A numbing drug,
A shot of whiskey,
Or a sharp blade.
Our hidden secrets behind a locked door.
We bury the feelings deep into our core.
A release in the dead of night.
Anything to help ease the pain, right?
Shed a tear for what you have done.
But do it all again to keep away from the gun.
The horrid thoughts litter your mind.
Even the voices in your head are unkind.
Every night, like the one before last.
Trying to drown out the thoughts from the past.
Struggling to keep the secrets hidden during the day,
But aren’t we all addicted to the things that take pain away?