Violet smoke is in my eyes. I'm spinning, spinning in two.
Ringing screams are in my sides. I'm crying, not crying for you.
Fluttering lids when I want to sleep,
shuttering words when I want to speak,
and I know, deep inside,
not so deep,
that I want to hide.
Strings in my head pull my skin.
More uneasy to hide what's within.
It hurts to hold on, it hurts to let go,
it hurts my soul because I know
it's me.
Only me.
From beginning to end,
I'll be my best friend.
It's me. Just me.
To the demons I will tend, until the end.