isn't it funny how often people say they're there for you
when they are not there when your arms and legs are running red
when the breath in your lungs won't move
when  you shake for the warmth of arms wrapped around you
when you spend four hours with a length of rope
when you are hiding in the depths of your mind
When you need people they’re not there
But maybe that’s good because they are not the people you need
you need someone that understands
who could possibly understand