I'll just return to my abstract horrid torture then,
Since no one cares.
Do you want to know?
Are you softhearted to people committing possible self-mutilation?
Not that it's important, but I haven’t been well.
The only medicine to the pain is with the pain from a burn,
Punching concrete with bloodied knuckles,
and ink on my hand from a permanent marker;
Tattoos to mark and deface my skin.
Could I find different ways to face the pain,
instead of more pain that’s just going to hurt me more?
The only way seems to be breaking my promise.
Promise?
The promise
To not leave.
---------
A poem dedicated to a good friend of mine going through some hard times (alot of these lines were his own personal quotes). We've had ups and downs over the years but somehow we always find each other again. He may never see this, but I want him to know I'm always with him. I'm glad we were able to talk and make things better.
