Helpless
Trying to help the one she loves
Without ever really helping
Struggling to keep it together
Only to be slowly falling apart
Fighting and kicking
Trying to fix this disease;
that's Incurable
Talking to anyone who she thinks will listen
'Please help me'
Crying, sick
'What can I do?'
She keeps going
Keeps trying to make her better
In exchange making herself sicker.
Struggling
Fighting
Helpless

Broken, tender
A vase with missing pieces
Surrounded by similar accidents
In a bleak, crowded room
The Dust hasn't settled
There's no where to see
Ragged, tainted
Just roughly still standing
Empty... in a crowded room





Trying to ask for help
Without ever asking