Rays in the Dark

This world is a stage.

What have you done this time?

You lie in pieces on the bathroom floor,

splashed out on the bottle

you rejected just days before.

Tonight, you wish

to drown yourself in it.

The drugs pulse through your veins

but all you crave is more.

More than the kiss of that needle

or that blade tearing each layer of skin,

like the cake Daddy made for your birthday.

Light slips through the openings in the blinds.

It's a new day,

but you hide away in the darkness again.

You are too far in your head to notice

a new beginning.

The world is a blur around you,

eyes on the ceiling

with no memory of how they got there.

She could be millions of miles away,

but there is no use chasing her.

She left for a reason.

She escaped this plastic smile town

for good

while you only rush away in dreams. 

Outside your window,

pristine girls and boys run free,

with no remnants of the chains that hold them here.

They don't comment on your scars anymore.

One story of your attempted escape

was enough

to keep them quiet.

Then, when all hope seemed lost,

they opened their arms and pulled you close.

You could breathe again.

Someone saw you down

and did what they could

instead of stepping over you,

an infinitesimal but of dust in a museum

that glistens with silver and gold.

A weight fell from your shoulders,

finally found by someone who cared

instead of leaving you locked in the dark.