He tells me that I can’t drink away all of my problems.
He thinks he’s the only one keeping me afloat.
But really, he’s the one person whose grasp around my neck tightens with ever attempt at laughter.
Some people, they just don’t understand.
They’ve never experienced that immediate twinge of belonging you get when your lips brush against the piercing cold beer bottle.
They’ve never felt that sudden rush you get when the razor slits open your skin, and all of your dark secrets trickle out.
And most importantly, they’ve never blocked themselves away from the rest of the world.
Because sometimes, choking on your tears becomes too much to handle.