Madison Farley

(12-18-1997 / Rockton, IL)

My Inanimate Best Friend

You're always there for me
When I'm held captive by sadness
You set me free
When my rage is about to explode
You calm me like a scenic road
When I'm with you
Nothing else matters
But when I'm not...
I feel as crazy as ten mad-hatters
I need you to keep me alive
I am the bee... and you are my hive
You're the only thing that keeps me sane
But I know all my feelings for you are in vain
You can't see me
You can't hear me
Let alone feel me...
Yet when i hold you in my hand
I feel dizzy as if i can't stand
Your edges are smooth and sharp
If I wanted to..
I could use you to cut open my fucked up heart
My feelings of desire and longing
Are for an object i should be loathing
It is my razor I crave
My one way ticket to my grave

Submitted: Sunday, April 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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