too real to have voice
too secondhand to have choice
and everyone I know is truly lost
and I cry for you
lift up your voice
no. you bite your tongue
gifted a choice
so, you up and run away
away.

It's too real to talk about
and I'm sorry
I cried for myself
until it stopped

I feel less than here
it's all my fault
surely I was meant to fall
into this dark
where I can't stand
pick me up
and hold my hand