People are like vultures.
When they see the slitest bit of weekness they start to target you.

And when you fall and are to week to get back up they come and pick the flesh from your bones until there's nuthing left of you.

How many people out there still care about the strangers.

The way I forget my problems is by focusing on other people's problems.
I help others because I can't help myself.

You never call, you never text
Im always second best.
It's always the drugs or alcohol over me.

You almost die but still you leave.
It will always be them over me.

Wanting to be with someone, and wanting to run from them at the same time Is a horrible fealing.

My mind drifts
untethered to the decomposing flesh
that binds it
traps my wings with bars of meat

my mind wanders through the world
one day i will not come back
freedom beckons
i soar on the breath of thought