Stay

My thoughts are a ticking time bomb.
I hold my hands to either side of my skull to keep it from busting open.
Is it better to cut out the toxins and be alone, or live with poisonous company?
If I let your venom swirl into my blood, will you stay and watch me expire, or will you keep on traveling?
I just don’t want to be alone.
I can be your pin cushion,
Your ash tray,
Your throw away girl.
All I ask is you stay with me until it all bleeds out.
Stay with me until I’m just a body.
You don’t have to speak, just lay near me while I take my last breath.