Are you watching me from afar?

Delightfully mocking my scars

Cackling with your lungs half packed 

With sharp words and enough smoke for stacks?

 

I can hear you calling

Out into this space

I can hear you dying

Falling onto spikes from your grace

 

I gave myself the time it takes to heal

You may scold me for my mistakes

But I have never felt so real

 

I used to sit on park benches

Looking in from a distance 

On a two dimensional girl

I would watch her act so reckless 

Then wake up in her messes

 

I struggled to reign her in

I would fight her for my skin

She left me exhaused begging to move on

Damn it feels good to know she is gone