Hide you drink
silently, yet openly
and tell me about it
knowing I don't like it
and don't approve
but I understand
I get it now
the pain you have inside
the addiction you don't control anymore
and don't want to either
The way you hide
your pain
in that glass of clear
yet translucent
liquid
liquid
that you can't see through
though to the rest of us your life is perfect
it's hard
to see that place inside of you
that's yearning for the pain
to drown
drown in the alchol you consume each day
think about each minute
but I see it
see the pain you long to destroy
long to hide
from all us
from all we see of you
from the side you show the rest of us
but not me
everyone else says it's bad
that you shouldn't consume
and drown
and die
and they don't get it
how I can love you
in spite of it
and overlook it like it's nothing
but I understand
the point you try to show us all
the way you deal with the stress
the pain
the way you limit
the scars that decorate the arms
that you hide with the long sleeved shirts
and the hoodie you wear each day
and you laugh and talk with us
about the stupid things you do when you have it
and we laugh
and tell you that you should stop
and we don't see
that it's the better option.
to your release.
to the way you deal with all the pain
that this life hands to us on a silver platter
only your seems more rusted
wasted
overused
and unreplaced...

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