i own more books than friends,

i need to return the books back to the library,
that i've kept since august,
but those words on that page kept me sane,

the words are real and everything a person could never be,
a person you call a friend is never always there,
when you need them most,
they let you down and even though you're suffering and drowning in your anxieties,
they are forgetting your mere existence,
but the pages on that book are the ones,
i hold close to my heart,
because they get me through the days when i need to grocery shopping,
but instead i'm smoking,
wishing,
the pain away that in hope i will one day be okay


~ d.a