Two sides

A victim of themselves 
Slowly falling apart 
The spectator feels so unsafe 
Yet the starts bound to the arms won’t let the stop watching 
It a murder scene 
And they are the only witness 
The victim left there blood 
And took the body 
All the questions were asked 
In shock 
They might not recover 
Recognize when someone is dying 
When their heart is beating yet it’s off a step
Their ears will endure broken mirrors 
Feeling shards in her stomach 
Agony they’ll endure 
Never showing a grimace 
Walking straight carrying weights in their pocket 
Life full of empty promises 
So when given another she’s afraid to take the bait 
For always coming up empty 
Feeling like a failure 
Are they losing grasp
Left is right 
Unsure of the correct 
Mental breakdowns increasing in population 
Like some type of contest 
Anxiety levels are higher 
They call it their  rollercoaster 
4/5 suicidal 
The last part being tired
Not having the strength to go through with it 
Having access to her end 
Coming up frustrated 
Their ties are undone 
Voice shunned 
Ear plugs in 
Girlfriend out 
And their heart heavy 
Continuing past troubles
They bring old habits back into fashion 
Across skin shows marks of a relapse 
Their hands are the anchors and ending in their lap 
Head bowed between them
Deep inhales and exhales 
Nothing is working 
Shaky hands turns into 
Shaky legs 
Turns into trembling body 
A covered mouth masking what they fear
To be heard 
Past addict
Erase the past 
Use the present 
Tense 
Is what she is now
Afraid of their  words 
Run on poem needs to stop 
So it does 
Along with all of them