The truth
I stand behind my walls of good intentions. With demons hidden behind numbers lost and friends drowned by memories of times long ago.
Ever since my first sleeping pill at the age of nine. I found silence in steel. Anything to not feel...
My mind cranks with every beat that is my heart. From the color of your shoes to the way he would bite down when he struck me. The song playing on the radio or muffled voice that is speaking to me. My brain plays a tune to the hummingbirds flight.
I keep these secrets hidden. Because I’m an addict. Would you trust me if you knew my mouth watered at the sound of rattling pills. Would you lock me up if you knew the day dreams of death played on repeat like the latest number one hit.
What would you do if you knew?