Honesty
She knows not
from hiding her scars and bruises she thought
bleeding and dizzy she fought
the monsters
the ones of which her body fosters
honesty?
she lied to your face
she claims shes only making space
Smaller body
longer sleeves
How much longer till she leaves
honesty
she will never know
her tears will flow
all alone
Violent mind muffled screams
Can't you save her from this dream
It's all their fault
no one to blame
media and society
who we frame
Honesty
killed her so
Consumed her brain and took her soul
honesty
tied the rope
and gave her hope
slit her wrist and made her cope
honesty is best defined as ugly opinion
masked behind oblivion
"Tyler"I look over
He's hunched over cradling his frame,his body shaking and faint whimpers echo
melodiously every once and a while.
I walk over to his side and rub his back whispering empty words of comfort...we both know it will never be ok. Once he has drained his soul just enough to breathe again we converse,we tell each other about our "life" before the hospital and how we got there
" Naomi"
he asks turning to face me. The moon shines though the blinds illuminating his face. His eyes are red and framed by dark circles.
"yes" I say taking my hand off his back.
"What are you always using our napkins for?"
"for the same reason you write music" I say trying to shake the cold wind the shot up my spine when he called attention to the crumpled napkins surrounding my bed.
death..
lovely
solmn
