Tightly closed eyes spark imagination
Finding some place that is safe
Safe from broken glass and shattered hearts
A place that is not so fragile

Trembling hands go numb
They search for something familiar
Hoping to stumble upon comfort
Something to give them feeling

Holding back venomous secrets
My lips settle on a familiar friend
Inviting a new poison to drown my secrets
Praying it will work this time

We get high to float out of the lows that we feel inside.

Our friendship died and has been buried. But I come back to the grave to reminisce on the good days we used to share when I'm feeling low.

Can anyone stick around unlike everyone before
Is this too much to ask for
Or is it bound for me to be a chore
Do I make people's hearts too sore
Or do they just get bored

I don't wear long sleeves. I'm not afraid of the judgment. I'm not a bad person for that ways that I've tried to **** my sadness.

Even though we're done, my heart still goes "!" when I think of you.

Cover up the pain.
Help calm my brain.
So my thoughts slow.
No one can know.
My sadness has been slain.