Choose to
take a stand
against everyone
who thought of you as
undeserving, unwilling
unimportant.
Nobody takes away
who you truly are
on the inside.

You drink about it.
       You smoke about it.
              You **** about it.
                      You cut about it.
                           You sleep about it.
                                 You stopped sleeping about it
                                       You stopped eating about it.
                                            You keep eating about it.
                                                You swallow pills about it.
                                                      You punch walls about it.
                                                           You kick cans about it.
                                                             ­   You spit about it.
                                                             ­        You write about it.
                                                             ­          You cry about it.

                                                            ­            But you won't talk about it.

                                                            ­ You won't pray about it.
                                                      You won't seek help about it.
                                                 You won't reach out about it.
                                            You won't tell your father about it.
                                      You won't tell your lover about it.
                                  You won't meditate about it.
                           You won't medicate about it.
                    You won't preach about it.
             You won't advocate about it.

       You're killing yourself over it,
but perhaps it's time you start saving yourself from it.

What do you mean, vampires aren't real?
Have you not seen what my love eats as his meal?
It is my pure heart, and the blood that runs through my veins.
He feeds off my innocence, leaving the napkins with red stains.

What do you mean, warlocks are fake?
Haven't you seen my love when he makes a mistake?
He uses spells and words of wonder to make me forget
all of the pain that he's caused me, all my years of regret.

What do you mean, werewolves are only from tales?
Haven't you heard my love when he howls and wails?
Late at night when the moon is full
his claws are bared at me as he scolds, kicks and pulls.

What do you mean, ghosts don't exist?
Don't know you it is the ghost of my love whom I truly miss?
When he returns home from work with red lipstick on his tie,
I know his spirit is elsewhere, for the light has left from his eyes.

What do you mean, you don't believe in magic?
Don't you know it is the only thing that could cause all of this havoc?
Only something supernatural, something beyond this realm
could make me stay with a man who was rooted from hell.

Sleeping alone does a strange things to us,
and the dark distorts our view.
So don't believe the things you tell yourself so late at night
because none of it is true.