Spread Thin

It's too little butter on too much bread

I tell you I care and you just nod your head

Our trust is strained and I haven't slept

Staring out the window waiting for the sky to fall

The escape is what I search for 

The demons in my mind are becoming friends

When you started to run I stopped keeping them at bay

At this point they are the only living things in me

I scream at you to get out 

Tears flow from your eyes

I slam the door in your face and now

The nights due for a goodbye 

Author's Note

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