When he found out the earth was not round, but in fact straight

He showed that green eyed, pin-straight, black haired, angel-kissed girl  

And in return she closed his eyes, spun him around and pushed him off the face of the earth

I always thought of you as glass
but I didn't think of what made you
and that your past could linger

I said some things I shouldn't have
and you cut me right through and cleanly off

I relapsed again.
Six even gouges across my right thigh.

Their going to leave some nasty scars.
But I couldn't breathe the night I did it.
And they made me inhale evenly.

I can't escape them. They're my only friends at four in the morning when I'm collapsed in the shadows of my room.

I tell them all I'm better.
But I still think about taking every last bit of my Ritalin.
Or submerging my head under water.
Four whole minutes, I'd leave my face under.
Maybe fall from the top of my roof.
I'd make sure to free fall backwards this time.


I relapsed again. For the first time in four months.
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