There's a point in life when everything you thought you knew
is nothing.
Everything you thought you had laying under the palm of your hand as you flew.
Trying to escape the problems that "they" created for you, right?
There's a point when you look around and wonder where everyone went,
*why doesn't anyone call you anymore?
Your phone is off; why is it off?
When was the last time you spoke to your mother?*
You missed your sister's birthday last month because you were too ashamed to show your face because of the hours before you spent in the bathroom picking at the sores on your face and neck.
Your eyes are bloodshot and your skin is paper thin and pale,
your teeth are slowly decaying away,
and there comes a time when you realize why no one calls you anymore and why you didn't go to that birthday and why the phone you used to spend hours talking on is off,
But you're just trying to escape the problems that "they" created for you, right?