9 January 2013
Burning in the crystal fragrance of being left alone. I try to not think of what is home. The friends and phases I'll never know. Emotions turn into a firework show.
The bends and turns, the highs and lows. Severe the source, pierce the veil. I'm dying in what cannot heal. I bleed out, please feed me my last meal.
I ran away so long ago. Should this be a song or poem? I miss my family and the noise. I miss hanging out with all the boys. I even miss my little sister's toys.
The city streets ain't so clean. Neither are the things I've seen. My new friends here are strange. They are slowly making me change.
My new best friend I have found. Something that makes me forget all sound. A foreigner on the corner showed me him.
My new friend shows me the light. He makes everything feel alright. He changes my every sight. Makes me feel okay inside. Warms me up with its liquid glow. Makes my eyes and limb slow.
I drop the syringe to the floor. People calling me a dirty whore That means nothing anymore For my bestfriend loves me more.
My Best Friend • Opuss № I