These words are my best friends
My saving grace
The only thing that
Saves me from
Myself
And my darkest face...
I trudge through this muddy mess
I call my life
The truth laid plain on my ****** dress
I should know
I wield the knife...
I write when I don't have the courage
To speak
Some call this art
Some call this lame
Some call this weak...
But there is a beauty in the silence
The way your eyes read the words
That your ears can't hear...
But sometimes I wonder why I'm alive when
There are so many others
More deserving of the space I use
More deserving of the life I abuse...
And I turn to my only friends, these words
The only true friends that I deserve.