What happens to us
US who hold inconsistent conversations.
Those of us who release pain through slashing our wrists.
Who's gonna save us
from the shadows that we are forever linked to.
We hide behind fake smiles and dark poetry
We hide behind pubs and clubs
We that hide behind drugs and girls
Trying to drown the guilt that's at the bottom of the bottle
Knowing well it can't be drowned
At times we remember you when we're off the hook
When we can't walk any further
Not because we're bored
At times we're looking for understanding
Some of the battles we fight
We fight them behind closed doors
And dented masks
Under the masked darkness of the night
You'll never know what we go through
Because we are shitty inconsistent people
But at least we are contented with that.
©BlackRaven
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