Hide.

 

Put your feelings on hold.

 

A collect call for the future,

whilst you just ignore,

the growing pain,

the growling

nagging, the insect sting

of hurt trying

to claw out of your skin.

 

But you put your feelings in a box,

hidden and locked in a cupboard.

 

At what cost?

 

Sanity starts to bleed

from within the rough,

the cuts

that you place upon your skin.

 

The hurt that you say is healing.

 

And you hide behind smiles,

you hide behind those manly lies,

you hide in the cuts that

criss-cross your skin

You hide in bedroom darkness

when loneliness comes to steal the night.

 

You hide between the thighs

of anyone that breathes,

you hide in the bottle

that screams you name,

you hide in the injections that feed

hate into you veins,

you hide in the tv world

that shows a warped mirror of life.

Feeling less. An emotion drain

Sucking, gulping away the pain, but also the light.

 

At what cost...

 

A life with no hope sits

alone on a settee

Selling his dreams

to anyone that pops in for tea.