Emo Relapse And Recovery Poem by James McLain

emo and more and music soothes and clothes
and am i bitter sweet..
laying here in all my flowers, wanting more.
While my other..
stands so hard against the wall,
and i stare down over the ridge
and move his toes.
She paints mine better than i paint hers,
trying to make it together as best we can
and because were miles apart..
my parents fear my heart in all the storms.
Mine live apart..
but both know the scars i wear for them,
and both blame the other
and take me a long way off into some other.
Because it was bad...
i try to make it better and they see all and
think i am respectful now
and when I'm asleep and i have my dreams.
My dreams,
and in my dreams he comes and i never knew
and now i do...
just how to make him come again in dreams.
The Doctors of course...
they want to help us all, but can they..really
and all my humility when they speak to me..
is it the same...
as my humiliation when they look at me and cut.