We walk fine edges
Burning our flesh
Cutting pieces away
Seeing the pain soothing
Watching the face of a friend
They are so supportive
What lies we tell ourselves
They judge harsher
Their words grind deeper
They live with you
They rot the skin
I love you
Becomes filthy
You are selfish
For wanting peace
For the aching to vanish
Standing before them
destruction,
Would it kill you
If I left
Disappeared one day
Or would you jump for joy
The fucked up trash is gone
Will you ever be proud
I know you won't
In the mind
I am nothing
Just the one you pull along
I don't need it
I don't need you
You keep me around
Just to say
I have a tragic friend
Aren't you sick of it
I would be
What a lie
I would stand with you
Until the end
*At times friends become more judgmental and hurtful.They push you to solve issues that rip you apart.Their understanding is fix what is wrong and move forward! That isn't the way life works.I hide from my friends until they become pissed at me.... What lives we lead.
