Written by: Sandra Adams

i see you sitting there
coward in a corner
your inner circle of friends
do they comfort you
when your thoughts bend?

does your mind snap
like that band against your arm?
the needle's pain, is it the same
as what haunts you, or taunts you
to crave that drug?

you laugh, but you bleed again

...i bleed the same

my mind bends
and i seek relief
among my circle of friends

i snap my fingers 
grab my pen
grasp reality
relive the pain
seek comfort
and bleed...

i laugh