Where have you been to be the soothing salve to wounds that never healed?
To be a saving grace for my perilous demise?
Or just to be a confidant to my words of deep thought when depression struck like lightning.
Were you around when I was trapped in my own dark abyss of confusion, agony, anger, and hurt?
Never ending trench of the tyranny of great fear and uncertainty of my own life.
May you've been there when peers reveled in my own failure and despair to feed their own egos?
Laughing, taunting, and mocking the one they refer to as PG...
I don't recall you being there when the OxyCotin bottle was stood before me and the pills were almost consumed ten at a time to purge the misery I felt within my soul.
Do you recall being there?
Does my midnight tears ever wash the face of your memory? The blood running across the knife that broke the skin for the first time?
Can you hear the blood curdling scream form nightmares in the back of your head?
No?
Why?
~Poetic Hxppie~