What Makes You Stay

Nothing else...

What makes you stay?

What makes it ok?

 

Here I sit, blue and black.

I get up.

I go on.

 

I lie to family, friends, self.

 

I tell myself its ok.

Its normal, or at least acceptable.

"it doesn't happen that often"

"it's just bruises, nothing is broken"...

I repeat to myself...over...over...over again.

 

Asprin kills the sting, alcohol kills the thoughts.

 

But what will it take I wonder...

          to kill me?

 

Oh well...I guess it's ok...

 

I guess I'll stay.