they say the older you get, the easier it becomes for you to hold on but when i look into their eyes, i see a different story it only seems to become harder for them
their eyes tell me what their mouths never will “help.”
their asking, begging, i know it
why else would she spend an entire paycheck filling her body to the brim with every kind of toxic drug she can get her hands on
and why else would he even attempt to justify the two little pale pills he just dropped in her drink
why else would they look at me with sorrow filled eyes and with regret emanating from their skin if they didn't want, need help
they are asking, begging for it maybe not with their mouths but with their eyes their actions and i was begging for it too why else would i write this?