The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

The bandage that covers my eyes and leads me towards Neverland lands

I'm still trying to heal my wounds with addictions,
They are my bandages,
Enter Onion Point and then fake tears like onions,
Will do it for ages.

They are taking me to Never-lands,
They are leaving me without hope,
They're making me stay out of my mind,
I'm stopping waking up in me.

Because of these bandages that don't fall off,
And of this alcohol that runs through my body,
Take the cotton out of this stuffed animal,
And make him say he lost his blood but gained his sobriety.

Because he is losing,
And he needs your help,
And he knows that you won't be giving it to him,
He knows that you will be forgetting him, that you have already been doing it.

How many days have I gone without seeing you in person, how many days without speaking to you, and how many days without writing to you...