Great Weights
where are you?
it's 12 o'clock and somewhere
you tremble, it's in your hand
and you push it through
the thin pale layer of skin
and into your purple veins
if you cry, you don't tell anyone
but wipe your dripping eyes
roll up your sleeve
.
drenched in fatigue
you ask me again,
"can i stay?"
but i have to say no
i cover up my mirror with a black cloth
and tell you to go away.
it's 12 o'clock and somewhere
you tremble, it's in your hand
and you push it through
the thin pale layer of skin
and into your purple veins
if you cry, you don't tell anyone
but wipe your dripping eyes
roll up your sleeve
.
drenched in fatigue
you ask me again,
"can i stay?"
but i have to say no
i cover up my mirror with a black cloth
and tell you to go away.
♠ ♠ ♠
No, I am not addicted to drugs. But I have a friend who is, and this is a tribute to him and all others who struggle with it. I wrote this in 5 minutes so I apologize if it's horrible