vines to whines.

[deathbyaltoids]

we had an intervention.
not of the conventional kind.
they talked
and i listened.
nodding my head
to the rhythm of their concerns.
it hurts a little
to know that you can't hide.
but it feels good
to know that your friends
are the people
that know you even better
than you do.

there's going to have to be some changes.
and it's not going to be easy.
how i can go from living my life one way
to living it
in reality?
they want me to be happy.
but how come i can't want that for myself?
is it the medications?
the ones
that make me appear as though i care
are they fucking with my brain?
leveling emotions
making the bad not so bad
and the good mediocre.

i'm returning the last of you
you claim we are friends
"one of my best"
feed me more lies
because i seem to eat them up.
i know i'm babbling
but it's the only way
i know how to deal
until
you dry up.
and i can eat you
like a tiny raisin.