I don't write (INTRO)

I don't write because I'm scared, a loser, and full of bullshit.

And honestly, this world I grow in reeks enough of fakeity.

I don't write because its like an open wound of rickety flesh, open and exposed,
And anyone can dissect it.

So I present to you a broken heart,
Take it or cut up further,
With your cold scalpel stares,
Cripple my arteries and juice out my veins.