oppotunity

It hurt my head to be highly opinionated about your self suicidal-ness  

Your loneliness,

Your-self-made-mess

The blood isn’t coming just yet.

You cry, but don’t you forget.

Don’t let your brain fall out covered in damp maggots.

Save all the wondrous memories, lock them away.

Don’t pay attention to the framers and what they have to say.

Everyone wants to help you out, but it’s the true friends that don’t except to get paid.

They’ll scare those demon-us shadows away and their love will shine out in rays.

Now pocket them for those rainy days, to help yourself through a rave.

You’re not used to the new colors, but really all they are, are shades of gray.

Looking through a new pair of eyes, a brand new clean slate.

Take the opportunity before the blade.

…This is for a friend of the past…