Getting better

She’s getting better because,

Her teardrops aren’t escaping from black holes anymore,

Just a sad sky of white and blue.

 

She’s getting better because,

There no more snorting of lines,

She’s just writing them instead.

 

She’s getting better because,

Pain no longer exists like a constant biting frostbite,

Now it’s just staying up the whole night.

 

She’s getting better because,

She has stopped googling ways of how to kill herself,

And now only ways people accidentally die.

 

She’s getting better because,

When she says goodbye, she only means for the night.