I sigh as I think of the time,
when everything was seemingly just fine.
Before things got too crazy,
and our bad habits got a bit too out of line.

All would subside just as long as we were friends,
able to pine together, reassure one another, and nullify our sins.


Binging and venting and cutting, there was nothing we could be told,
that would appease our selfish ids and free our tortured souls.


But you, once again,
destroyed this with your self-indulgent semblance,
And although you seem unscathed,
I am not diluted by the feeble resemblance,
of your prevailence over this unsurmountable rage.