That you survived doesn’t mean you came out unscathed

Just because you’re here doesn’t make you ok

The price you paid when you barely made it past the pain

Now graces your stride with razor blades

I loved you after you’d already wilted

And when you came back to life

I didn’t recognize the stranger before my eyes

I’d grown used to your smile like a scar

That hides the dead part between your head and your heart

Now your smile is a lifeline

That reminds us what’s alive inside

I am Judas on the mountain of tears

Still hanging by a rope of betrayed hope

Like blood money holding back the guilt

When I killed myself

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