Bones

I’m nothing but bones,
A bag of meat and skin.
Cut me, I bleed,
I’m made paper thin.

And they live inside of me,
Deep within my veins.
Swelled up inside me
Bound by their chains

They’ve been with me some time
I know them quite well.
We talk in the dark,
They tell me of hell.

They say they don’t want to go back,
My bones are a better home.
And I like having them here,
I’m never alone.

They kept me company
And dried all my tears,
I talked to them in the night
And let them stay for years.

My demons don’t scare me
Living in my veins.
I know each and every one
All by name.

Intertwined they’ve twisted
Through my tendons and spine,
I’ve become theirs,
They’ve become mine.

I’ve grown to need them
Like they need me,
Without them again,
I could never be.

I let them stay too long,
I grew too close.
But getting attached
Is what I’m good at the most.

They’ve poisoned my veins,
Cracked my bones;
Turned my heart
Into a cold stone.

Living with my demons,
They keep me alive.
Though now I’m not so sure
I want to survive.