so many people walking around
with skeletons in their closets
too afraid to share their stories
of being used
of being broken
of their innocence being stolen
in fear of rejection
in fear that they will become
those horrific moments
that they will be reduce to
or defined by
the moment that in their eyes
ruined them
that moment they feel
they were forever changed

so many people walking around
with skeletons in their closets
and all us
have our wicked addictions
to anything that takes away our pain
the pain of living
in such a twisted,
misunderstood world
all of us **** drunk
on the idea
that we can distract ourselves
with shiny things
and hide ourselves
in huge houses
and that these things
will make others love and accept us
because god knows we cant do that ourselves

& god knows that the dark spaces
in the backs of our minds
are filled will enough shame
and disappointment
in ourselves & in others
and in this thing called life
that if we don't constantly
feed ourselves with ***,
and spending
and drugs
it will take over all the space in our minds
& eat us alive

we look for someone, anyone
who will validate us
in the way we so desperately need
someone to say
you are beautiful
and worth all the love i can give
because we just can't say it that ourselves
and we find ourselves
so dependent on people
to give us our worth and value
we become so dependent
so needy, its becomes toxic
and somebody ends up suffocating

our life becomes a series
of crash and burn stories
of rising in love elation
and drug addiction
and then falling at their mercy
falling into their despair
but we use it all
just as bad as we were used
it gives us a reason
to not face our demons
to not clean our closets
to not face our fears
but as time goes on i wonder
which would be easier
to be continuously tangoing
with other peoples demons
or to finally just go home
and face my own.