I see you around from time to time
You seem to be fine but I know something’s not right.
The days get colder and tears run dry
You’re missing so much in life.
Hour long phone calls, Knowing there’s nothing left in time
I hear you breathe and know you’re alive.
The trail of your voice leads a cold, lonely path.
And I wonder what you’re thinking again

You lie in your bed
Med. Bottles lining your floor with blinds closed
And a tightly locked door
Blinding lights turned off
And one thought in your head
“I’d be better off dead”

There’s a knife next to your bed
Blood stained and marked of all the times
You’ve felt this lost.

I hope to find you someday
Alive and well
I hope you survive this self created hell.
 
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