Friends

[up all night]

Flawless, happy people
Horrifying in their perfection
Pat my weighted back
And proclaim joy at my recovery
But never to stop to wonder why I wear a scarf when its so warm out...
They weren't here last night
They didn't get to witness the hours when I lost the words
As I was clutching at my throat.
Frantic scratches which reveal the fact
I can't change reality from my hostile stance.
Skin ripped raw by uncut fingernails
Wild hair and flashing eyes
I am the personification of instability.
Do you still want to pat my back?
Still claim me as your friend
As I bare my neck
To hovering vultures
And trust their talons to do less damage
Then my own hands.
How like them to want a piece of me.
How unlike me to give it so freely.
Reality only suited for life behind closed doors
The daily cycle of dark and light
Controls the person I'm allowed to be.
Scarves cover scars in daylight hours
And hearts pour forth in isolated darkness
As I watch eyes close and sleep
When I need them most.
And I don't blame you
I would run too.
I'll see you all when the sun comes up.
[ 03 June 2002: Message edited by: up all night ]

 

[plazma]

*huge huge hugs & mwahz*
Wonderful writing, you always assure me of your talent whenever you post something, this is definately no exception.
I'm always here if you need me.
*more hugs*
-plaz out-

 

[harraser]

darling.......*sigh* I fucking hate when theres nothing I can say
everything I type is coming out cheesy so Ill just leave it at a *hugs* and although I dont know you, Im happy to listen if you need to talk, you know how to find my addy. luv ant