I got shampoo in my eye
I'm a liar
but it's better than telling them
that every time I close
my eyes, all
I can imagine
Is what would happen if you
die.
How your golden hair would
mould, thick with blood
How your thin bones would hit
the tiles with a thud and
Mud would fill my mind
How I'd recall every time I was slightly unkind
and blame myself
For leading you to this

I'd remember every kiss
and all the one's I'd missed because
I'd chosen my life
I'd taken the risk
and lost

I'm imagining the frost of your
skin
I'm imagining begging a God to be real
Just so he could take away your sins
Just so you could smile again
Heal
Somehow

I tried so hard to help
Help
Help
Please, stop looking at me like your last
latch on life
Put down the knife
and start to help yourself as well

Because I can't tell what else I can do
I'm losing here
I need you to help too