Almost

She cries
And turns to a blade
Making little red lines
A reminder to feel...
Theres pain
Cutting and sharp
Almost as much as whats inside...
....Almost....

She cries
And starves for perfection
Telling tiny little lies
To eat less and less...
Theres a need
Empty and cruel
Almost as bad as hunger...
...Almost...

She cries
And turns to a book
Writing her heart into its pages
An epitome of pain...
Theres salvation
Almost as seductive as addiction...
...Almost....

I cry
And turn to these things
Searching for light in my darkening world
A savior or friend...
Theres sadness
Desperate and wanting
Almost enough...
...Almost...