It’s a mask to put over my head. It’s the alcohol consumed to numb the mind. It’s acting as if I’m okay because nobody cares. Letting go of everything that I need to keep me going is gone, Everything I did for myself slipped down the drain. I worked so hard. I fought for so long. I tried for everything.
Why am I still the let down, Even when I communicate.
Hello, old Self I know you When the dullness of your ache Fell away from you Like an opened cotton curtain Letting in the light And your misery Fizzled out In the busy dizziness Dazzling, Blinding, Bright... You slipped away; (Maybe like me At a people-peppered party When the echo of my own obliging cheer Grows hollow in my weary ears And it comes quick and clear You know? —no one will really care Who chatters, or in what chair Exchange my face For any stranger there They wouldn’t know To Miss Me ...)
What am I for?
You were not made To walk Without a wound Your new surroundings Puzzled you And so you smiled And slyly slipped Secretly To the side
I did not see you For such a long long time...
Hello, old Self
Now that you arrived With your silent ache And the stony set Of your flinty face, I miss you Backwards For all the lost days
You were me once I would know you Anywhere... Your scars Are still the same
Come in and sit We will be quiet And we will hurt Together