9-16-15 three days clean
Do you lick your lips just to taste mine again?
Do you think that the cigarettes and blades are your friends?
Do you sit around and pray just to see the end?
Do you talk to God and tell him you'd rather be dead?

You tell me we can't play pretend
Yet you're over there shouting that it's all in my head.
Do you think that you'll fix me if you put me on meds?
Am I your only illness when you're awake in bed?
Because plaguing your thoughts is how the demons are fed.
- (m.m)