These days of paranoia.
I’ve done it to myself.
The skin around my finger’s tight and raw.
My front tooth’s chipped and my back’s out of place.
I black out for my own protection.
Everyone’s concern, I’d rather soon forget.
Everyone understands until I mention it.
Will you bring me back home
to that place I left but never left?
Is the only reason I escaped
to remember until death?
A slippery slope?
it’s just one I haven’t leapt.
I know I should be smarter, but
I’m an adult now, and
I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to anymore.
Besides, I’m a sucker for punishment.
A slave to myself.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t need it to survive.
I’d be stupid if I didn’t admit that this has all just been a long winded good bye.