silver escape

the enemy strikes again
for the second time today
hard to keep it away
when it lies in your dresser drawer
it whispers to you during the night
it screams at you during the day
but no one can hear it but you
it's all in your head
your own little silver escape
you come to realize it's not worth it
it hurts much more than it helps
but by now it's much too late
yes, for a second it's relief
but for years after you can still see the scars
the scars on your own skin
the scars on your own soul