vulnerability and worth

If my body expressed my emotions I'd be on my death bed It'd be like turning my skin inside out, vulnerable enough that when the air touches it. It burns. I'd inhale you like a drug until I coughed up compliments, just so you could see the beautiful reflection of yourself within the puddle of the light i see you in. As I die at the price of being of use Worth something to someone. I'd turn my skin inside out, just so you can't see how insecure I am. Because I'm scared if I'm not of use to anyone What will I think of myself? If my body expressed my emotions I'd be on my death bed realizing just how judgemental I am, how much I hate myself more than I could ever hate anyone who took my life away. As much as I took my own.