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?
“help.”
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
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?
“help.”
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