L.S.L

Only.

The sweet taste of little lies that-
\"Make me feel happy\"
Slowly drifting only-not-feeling as you swallow 
Only swallowing your pride
Only wallowing, only drowning in \"do\'s & dont\'s\"
Only forced perspectives and them perspectives leading to prescriptions but clearly these prescriptions aren\'t making it any clearer.
Only drowsy.
Giving you a thirst for the crisp water under that bridge or relief of harsh rope that you,will then need relieving from.
There are reasons.
Many reasons:
The course hands,
Only the utters of faceless creatures,
The need for the o\' so nice sympathy which is sadly mistaken for love,
The views of the eyes that watch your every move but frankly dont care what you watch or where your eyes are.
The needless sessions that needless to say only put pressure on this mind that is electrified and sending shocks to its hosts arms and legs with the bitter tasting metal only releasing a pure substance-
A sweet pain .
An addicting pleasure of live that may well lead to death as it in fact is caused by thoughts of death and is indeed deadly...
But I\'m a coward.
I blame others without them knowing,i dwell,i cry yet i don\'t ask for the help i so desperately need.
I spiral into a paradox of agony but yet...
I Want to live? No.
It also tastes of bitter metal-
The marksman ship seems to last forever yet time goes by faster than it internally heals.
Yet scars stay forever mentally and physically no matter how faded.
\"This is my fault...\"
The white streaks that used to be tinged red-
The eyes that were only red and only a mess from the rivers of salty water-
Only caused from other peoples unaccounted mistakes .
Only they say \"grow up.\"
Only they can say \"deal with it.\"
Only they string along food to our brains although we arent hungry.
They are only adults.
\"Only trying to help.\"