Untitled #28 - reductible

Anxiety gnaws at bones long gone raw,

Fears seem to be flying on 6th gear,

Maybe I need a therapist again to convince myself

To be kind to myself.

But do I deserve it?

Do I deserve it!

Do I deserve it?!

Maybe I don't.

Deserve to be wanted,

Deserve to be needed,

Deserve to be held,

Deserve to be needed.

To be kind is a big task,

Not sure I can really do it,

I'll try for you though.

I'll try for you.

Because you would not want to come home

To loneliness and torn veins,

To scratched skin and pink eyes,

A bleeding chest and empty lies,

A manifestation of depression in my person,

To the point that I'm not anything more than my illness...

It has won the war.

It has defined me into it.

Now there is nothing more to reduce me to

Other than flesh, skin and bones,

And maybe graveyard dust and ash

If it decides to be thorough.

To Jay

Happy birthday to my dearest friend

Ups and downs, we're together till the end,

I may be late but you're never far from my mind,

We've both turned into adults, living busy lives,

Different time zones but we're still the same,

Different hemispheres, yet nothing changed,

We're getting older and colder, sometimes wiser,

Like stopping drinks-smokes even in winters,

A birthday near Valentine, and you already know love,

A profound love from all your best and closest, your near and dear ones,

So happy birthday to you, my most sincere one,

We're shit to each other but what the heck,

*Bros over hoes* and *chicks over dicks*,

Our mottos' the same, friends till the end.