Where are we
A thousand nights spent
Trying not to think
Struggles drowned
Half way in empty bottles
Half burned in empty bowls
Minutes pass but the moments
Torture us
Opportunities
Given the slip
Half hearted attempts
Sloshing through
A subconscious of ribbons
One more drink and I'll feel good
One more meal and I'll be okay
You're wrong
What we are missing is food for the soul

We all have times
that shape us
change our views of the world
we feel conflicted
our days characterized
by wrinkled brows and
downcast glances
what will bring relief
time
love
the support of those around you
our words may reflect
our struggles
no matter how hard
we try to hide behind a smile
let people save you
allow yourself to love
and be loved
heal
live another day
love another sunrise
love another sunset
love another song

It started out joking
Hypochondria, fear, the usual comedy
Your expression attracted my eye
Despair, longing, pain
So purely pressed into me
Radiating from those dark sunken eyes
That hard line of mouth

"I'm sorry, it's sensitive"
Little cousin I called her
Just 20 this year
That's as old as she'll get
Stage 4, there isn't much hope

Mom said she's done
She'll take her own life
I'm calling her everyday
Hoping she'll feel better
Stay my mom for a few more years

The tears started flowing a dismal parade
I don't have friends here
All I have is you three
With our few hours of playtime
Per month of agony

I needed this
I needed you
I needed someone
To keep me from breaking
To keep me trying

We are all gonna be dying some day
It's good to know we'll have someone
Willing to be there and listen
When we are giving up, sunken
Someone to hold us
When we just have to cry