Cut me open, let the truth spill free, unravel my stitches, unlace my seams. Undress my heart, make me confess— I’ll tell you all that hides in my chest. What is strength if not the fall? The moment we crumble and surrender it all, to bare the marrow beneath the bone, to whisper, "I’m scared," and not feel alone. I’ll crack like the ground when it births the buds in spring. So cut me open, let the wounds remain, let love pour in like a cleansing rain.