Salty wounds.

Silent rings and a reluctant smile,
The rain hasn't poured like this in a while...
Is it just me, or is your voice suddenly paper thin?
These lies aren't nearly as white as my skin.

When suddenly oceans drain to puddles inches deep,
And I can't even admit that the only place I'm safe is in sleep.
People known for years are no longer there,
It's interesting, noticing how you no longer care.

The only thing constant is this shadow in my mind;
Temporarily, momentarily, understanding and I intertwined.
Gone with the blink of an eye,
This mediocre lifestyle is something I cannot deny.

"And all I see is where else I could be,"
What else would they expect from me?
It's all quite neutral- I'm accustomed to feeling numb,
But I think we all know just what I can become.

The scars are forever pink, just a routine part of the day.
My mind works in over time, too much to convey.
These bones are hollow and hardly my own
My emotions are constantly discovered overgrown.
Utterly confused, I don't know what to confess.

"Darling, are you okay? You look a right mess..."