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18, no sense of purpose. A bottle of pills and ***** later, you're lying in a hospital bed. You're not awake right now. People keep asking me to give you some advice, saying, "You know how it feels, right?" How do I talk to someone who's hardly even there? This hypocrisy echoes like a church bell in my head, I don't practice what I preach. I ask people to reach, out for me, out to help, but I can't even reach out to you? I can't help the fear. How do I tell someone it'll all be okay, especially when I'm still fighting to find a reason to stay, myself? I last saw you at Christmas, a family event. You even had me fooled, cleaned up, new job, going to school, further than I ever expected to be myself. But here we are again. Same place, same tricks. You're supposed to turn 19 next week. I want to say I love you but I'm scared to delve that deep. I want to say I love you, but I'm already a mess. I want to say I love you but I can't lose somebody else, I can't go to another funeral. I've never been to a funeral for someone over 18, please, don't make that change, don't make the number raise. Smoky blue eyes, can you see past the fog? Haley, why won't you stay? I promise, it fades. I'm not strong enough for both of us, give me a little leeway, try, stop pushing me away. Haley, please, Tomorrow's a new day. July is unbearably hot in Wisconsin. Lose yourself in the sun's rays. Not the ***** Not the pills. How do I reach out to you? I can't stop the fear.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Haley
18, no sense of purpose. A bottle of pills and ***** later, you're lying in a hospital bed. You're not awake right now. People keep asking me to give you some advice, saying, "You know how it feels, right?" How do I talk to someone who's hardly even there? This hypocrisy echoes like a church bell in my head, I don't practice what I preach. I ask people to reach, out for me, out to help, but I can't even reach out to you? I can't help the fear. How do I tell someone it'll all be okay, especially when I'm still fighting to find a reason to stay, myself? I last saw you at Christmas, a family event. You even had me fooled, cleaned up, new job, going to school, further than I ever expected to be myself. But here we are again. Same place, same tricks. You're supposed to turn 19 next week. I want to say I love you but I'm scared to delve that deep. I want to say I love you, but I'm already a mess. I want to say I love you but I can't lose somebody else, I can't go to another funeral. I've never been to a funeral for someone over 18, please, don't make that change, don't make the number raise. Smoky blue eyes, can you see past the fog? Haley, why won't you stay? I promise, it fades. I'm not strong enough for both of us, give me a little leeway, try, stop pushing me away. Haley, please, Tomorrow's a new day. July is unbearably hot in Wisconsin. Lose yourself in the sun's rays. Not the ***** Not the pills. How do I reach out to you? I can't stop the fear.
jessica-r-falk
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
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