Cure

Blade bites slowly, helping me feel

Everything's fake, nothing is real

Conversations pass, people move on,

Red marks for passion, or maybe just for grief,

Panic fades slowly, see I need it just to breathe.

Nothing inside me, ever felt so true,

Pain simmers seemingly, not for me, for you.

Without a distraction, it would eat me by day,

Insanities only a daydream away.