I sit in this ghost town of a house where you remain encrypted in the walls and floors. I find our similarity in the blood stains in the bathroom and the doors.
I walk into your room and feel this pit in my stomach. This pit is then replaced with the morphing of your face your pale blue face. You were caught in the hamster wheel of needles and comfort.
Alone in your room we thought you were slumbered. Mother heard your last breaths dismissed as a simple snore. My Father gave you belated cpr.
He tried to save you and you probably took it to the grave thinking that he hates you. Mother thinks he has replaced you. But he feels the same way that I do.
While you were chasing I was running a race but not of the same game. But we both shared the similarity of loneliness and escapism. It's quiet a contradiction but not until your in it.
While you were alone in that basement I was walking a street I didn't roam. Finding streets I thought lead to home. But I was so alone. I have traumatized everyone I've known.
Bleeding my wrists to see if any remains of my heart would show. While you were injecting I was releasing. But their is a converse in both our Alibies
And still till this day I wish we stood side by side
They didn't want me to look at your eyes
So I couldn't see the inside
But your a part of me until the day I die
My half blood