I find myself hoping-
Sometimes praying to a God I don’t believe in-
That these things will pass,
That they are just a phase.
It doesn’t always work, that’s why I have cuts and scars on my legs, and soon on my arms,
And that’s why my liver is so ****** up.
However, in the meantime,
I have some friends to keep me warm
And a family to love me.
People come and go, drift like the ocean,
And it hurts
But I’ll just keep my feet in the sand
And my eyes on the sunset.