I was so close to telling them
I'd done it again
hurt myself again
but why
I love them and they make me happy
so why
why
do I need to tell them that I'm there again
there again at the end of a blade
or a bag.

I was so close to telling her on the phone
but her worries are so much greater
her problems are more important
and that truth holds me as truth should  
so why should I make her feel for me
when 'me' is just an abstract concept I tricked her into believing in.

I am nothing but abstract
and I will remain this way
because without the abstract
there is no truth
and with out truth
there is no art.