Two Different Worlds

It is so hard pretending you’re someone you’re not, because you’re so far from what 
I want and need you to be.
Like an oxymoron we sit in the same sentence knowing we both don't belong there. 
I look at myself and see day and 
I look at you and see night. 
Darkness. 
I'm not even sure there's someone there behind those dark brown eyes that I call 
Traps. 
You are so afraid to be yourself 
and I'm almost afraid to see it. 
You hide behind clouds of smoke.
You seek comfort in milligrams.
You look for answers in a bottle. 
I'm so scared to lose you, 
because there is so much I can lose you to. 
I should be your friend, 
but friends don't let other friends ruin their lives. 
But you'll never listen 
yet alone understand. 
You never lived in my world 
or even visited. 
So I continue to watch you shatter, 
break apart and become less of a person. 
I don't think you know what help is, 
or have even been offered. 
You aimlessly wander through life
Never thinking of consequences, or at least not caring about them.
Even though you’re next to me, we're in two different places
And you're somewhere I never want to go. 
So I'll always promise you that I bought a ticket, but I just can't bring myself to 
catch the train.

Copyright © Maia Mengel | Year Posted 2011

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