Back from the grave where your mind wandered
Arriving at the gates trying not too shake as I contemplated seeing your face, back from the grave where your mind wondered. Hood up, piercings in your cheek. 'Someone shot at me' you said.
Playing with the lines that seperate
I wondered how much your life was filled with dread, running from death but playing with the lines that separate the living from that place.
'I'll find a girl with stretched ears and slit wrists' and I gasped as I explained to you that self harm was not to be glorified and that there were pleasantries beyond the pain.
My brain ached at your contemplation
I was glad to see you there, dark hair and dark eyes. I remembered how my brain ached at your contemplation of the world around us, at the cracks in your vision that stop you loving yourself.
I hope you will know happiness
Maybe sometime soon you won't have to take those blue pills and you will know happiness. I hope that for you, because living in strife is no way to live.
Keep fighting, it's worth it.
I'm so glad you are getting better and that the person I once knew is fighting to breathe again. Keep fighting, it's worth it.