She walks with silent steps
So as not to disturb
The artists that are sleeping
Within their works

And it stings in the shower
Just the water running over
Let alone to wash it with soap
So you leave it alone
You tried to go around it before
But that only made it worse
And you can't wash above
Because it runs down into the cuts
So they notice the smudge
That was there yesterday
And didn't quite rub off

They wonder why
You don't take as long as you used to
And they notice that your body wash
Is still three quarters full
Even though you bought it six months ago
They wonder why then
If your soap is still full
And you don't shave in the shower
Why do you need more razors
When you just bought a pack
Not even a month ago

They noticed in summer
But now its winter so its okay
For you to wear long sleeve shirts everyday
You hid your t-shirts so you could tell them
That you had nothing else to wear
They noticed that you never went swimming
You sat on the beach or in the car
They begged you to come in
And said you lost your swimsuit again
Even though you knew exactly where it was
You just couldn't let them see your scars

They notice the smile on your face
But not the pain behind your eyes
And they don't care to see the fear
That they might find you out
Its easier for them to believe the lie
Than to face the truth
And help you
They would rather the easy way out
To live in ignorant bliss
Than to notice your scars and cuts
And ask you what was wrong

And eventually they stopped noticing
The no longer asked you
How your day went
They met your cries for help
With harsh words of get over it
And calling you an attention seeker
But that really is all you want
Is for someone to pay attention
To start noticing again
That you are not okay
And you can't just get over it

Too often do these things go unnoticed
Or they are mocked
As a cry for attention
And ignored as a call for help
Too soon do people end their lives
Because its easier for you
To live in ignorance
And not deal with it
They say ignorance is bliss
But it only is for you
Not for the people suffering everyday

So it is up to you and me
To break through the ignorance
And see the fear and pain in their eyes
Because if we don't say anything
Then they won't either
I know this because I've been there
And I still put on that mask
Because I was told to just get over it
But that only made it worse
The fact that I should be able to get over it
But I couldn't

So it is up to us
To see behind that mask
And ask someone if they are okay
To see the cuts and scars
And lend out a helping hand
Because if we don't then who will
We need to speak up for those too afraid
Of speaking for themselves
To make a point that it is not okay
Just to say get over it
And we need to start noticing

I hold no exceptional expectations                                                                       
For you                                                                                                                      
Or I,                                                                                                                            
Or us for that matter.                                                                           ­                    

                                                                         I long only,
                                                                ­  To be simply blessed by your
                                                        Whiskey-­tainted breath,
                                                                ­  On my cigarette scented neck


My lovely,                                                          ­                                                    
Won't you let me intoxicate myself                                                           ­         
In your                                                             ­                                                       
                 Impaired & passioned  soul                                                                                                  
                               

                                                       For
                                                          I'd do any line of your essence
                                            Shot of your animation
                                                                And take any hit of your lullabies,
                                                                         Just to be able to fathom your sapience

                                            
 For I have never stumbled so unintentionally                                                                                                
                                                                   Over a character                                                                                                        
                                                                              That has been as enchanting and idiosyncratic                                                              
                                                                                                                                                           As you