fox wound

I want to pull me up and lick my wounds with my old sandpaper tongue
 and I need to try to stop lying
 need to rip my throat out, and shove it back again
 so i can swallow my acid spit
 and breathe in my words, my thoughts and reason
 the reasons why I'm such a fucking face in the bushes
 and all these times I never told my mother, that I want to die, that I've wanted to cry my whole fucking life
 and all these times I never told my father,
 that I was made a pretty girl,
 but shit got fucked somewhere down the line
 I'm trying so hard to be someone I can love
 but it's so difficult
 when I'm stuck making others happy, but I still feel selfish
 sometimes I just need to
 place my temple on the asphalt
 and slow my breathing
 til it stops
 listening to the purr of cars
 like a fox in roadkill