Hidden by a smile-my inability to feel.
You were there to keep my unstable mind still.
You're not a sip, syringe, or pill.
My eyes have been opened and unpeeled.
All addicts become incapable to feel.
So what'd I feel? High-Content-Real?
God, I hate rhyming- I need a thought to mess up my timing.
I'm too numb to think freely-
Trapped without passions or feeling- Why'd you leave me?
You were always reliable to sort out my insecurities.
Thoughts become words-sentences-theory.
I feel manic-highest to my lowest in an instant,
why can't you just be consistent!
Believing thoughts, words and people-
our hearts the only honest speaker.
One day I'll be free of my indecision.
Even if the cut off isn't my decision.
I'll always be true to how I feel-
Promise- Promise: My writing will heal.