It stung
In the shower
I wore two jackets
To cover
I slept in those jackets
I wore them in summer
So that no one could see
I was falling down the deep end
So that no one would pester
About my casual disaster
For, no one knew
How could they understand
The storm I was going through?
While the weather in their world
Was all bright and blue
Nothing in mine could make me feel
Until I became desperate
Until I could no longer resist the crave
And after I did it
After I gave in
I let it heal
But after remembering the names
After believing I was evil
I would get in another fight
With my mind
And when I would fight
I would write
With that funny red pen
Making sure to saver
To remember the rush
To remember the adrenaline
And somehow writing in this way
Cleared my head

And now, I wonder if it could again.