They are not just words or physical
They are not a part of me
Only temporary
Looking into my own eyes
I see the dark parts
The parts I've locked inside my heart
Trying to avoid the pain
Not knowing how to exist
Not fully knowing the pain of my wrist
A trigger is an infection
That I desperately want the medication for
But I know it only exists
when I know what the ingredients are
When I decipher the code to this riddle
When I not only see the dark parts
When I don't get infected
By the demons in my heart
A trigger...
Sometimes makes me want to stop time
To say this is too hard and I give up
But the little ounce of hope you gave me
Keeps whispering to me
Telling me to stay strong
But I can barely lift the weights
And its putting my life on restraints
The restraint you keep loosening everyday
Day by day you recovered me into a better place
So to you trigger...I say ..I have found the medicine I've been looking for
