I’ve lost 5 of the 9 I let in,

One to an illness she can’t control nor cure

One who hungers yet she doth not feed

One who lives on an endless beach

One to her jealousy and hate

Like the memory of them, the past may not

Speak for a day, for a week but one night it

Comes at that moment when the skeletons

In the closet doth creak, and the loveless

Organ in the floorboards doth beat

These are the moments I fear the most because

No distraction keeps it back, those thoughts of

All my past regrets, that it, my truest fear, my own

Thoughts.

Those who stayed around are like me, like the others

Who left. Broken, yet they don’t dwell on, they move on

Or they solve their problems, they

One of beautiful golden hair who speaks only the truth

One a door in which no keys fit no matter how right they seem

One whose love is not bound by sea nor land

One whose anger may get her into a spot where only violence is the answer

To them, those who stayed I am thankful, for without them

Where would I turn when the loveless organ burst for the

Floorboards and the skeletons pound upon my bones

To them, those who stayed I am thankful, for without them

Where would I be today, tomorrow, next month?