Met,
Debt.

Fret,
Sweat.

Threat,
Pled.

Bed,
Red.

Bled,
Dead.

I live together with my best friends,
But we do not split the rent.
We have never even once been apart;
I don't even remember, when did it start?

I live together with best friends,
So we do not meet only on weekends;
I think it must have been years
Since they first started whispering to my ears,

I live together with my best friends;
Although everytime I have to pretend
Like I'm all alone and on my own,
Acting like they are unknown.

I live together with my best friends,
They are there even when things go bent;
But I can't see them in the mirror,
Then how could I listen to their chatters?

I live together with my best friends,
Even if all they give me is torment;
For they only live in my head,
And I can't wait for them to be dead.

I live together with my best friends,
When will this ever end?

How do you take the heartache away?
How do you cease its existence?

Well,
Let me tell you how I do it;

I inflict pain,
A scarring one, that is;

All in hopes that
the pain would take
the heartache away;

But only for me to find out
that the deepest scars
doesn't always cause
the deepest pain;

And that the deepest pain
doesn't always leave scars.

So tell me, how do you do it?
How do you take the heartache away?
How do you cease its existence?

They weren't lying
when they said
not to
put your happiness
in a person.

Everything
is temporary,

and everything
will end
eventually.

I don't
wanna think
about

the idea
that
you've
ever belonged
to
someone else;

be it
your mind
nor
your body.