I don’t understand why you thought
the razor blade listened better than I could have.
i don’t understand why you loved
those little drops more than you should have.
i don’t understand why you replaced
your listening friends with silent cuts.
i don’t understand why you believed
suffering and pain were an unquestionable must.
i don’t understand, but i’m really trying to,
just want you to know i’m still here for you.
