You Feel Like Home

You're the only thing that ever has

There's comfort in

being sad..

being broken..

being lost..

I can wrap it around me

cuddle into it like a security blanket

wrap myself into the darkness and

lose touch completely with reality

Everything is meaningless

Everyone is temporary

I still have you, thank god

my razors;

still in my top dresser drawer

you slide satisfyingly across my skin

drips of red dying wads of tissue paper

Yes, I still have you;

the only thing left when I'm alone again

You feel so much like home to me

Author's Note

venting about my relapse