Familiarity

I long for that familiar sting
I long for that familiar rush
I long for that familiar me
The one that only comes as the blood flows from my scarred wrists
In a torrential crimson flood

But as I long for this
I long to be happy
I long to be free of the pain
Of the suffering
I want the clouds to go away
For the sun to show his face...

But for me, that is a fairy tale
I'm nothing without the familiar gleam of my one true friend
The one that never fails to be there when the rain falls down my face

I long for my veins to be as empty as my heart.. as my soul
Perhaps then I would actually live
Actually breathe... and feel something again... in bliss

-Salem Rotaru
4-20-08