Written on 02/12/23
TW: (results of) substance abuse
Now that I can't be close to you,
my thoughts are wild,
like the animals arriving to be tamed at the zoo.
Back then at that time, I didn't know that,
those days were special moments.
There's no more waking up next to you.
Everything feels like it's frozen.
You had your days,
days so bad that you couldn't leave your bed.
God knew you were trying.
Others called you lazy and accused you of lying.
"They all leave," my sister told me.
"Guard your heart, lock the door, and throw away the key."
You told me that you'd be different, you said you'd never leave.
When you said things like "what would you do if I died last night?".
That made everything hard to believe.
You took too much that one night,
just like I feared you might.
There was no way I'd make it home,
make it home in time to save you from the "snow"-like substance.
The substance I found spread throughout,
on top of the wooden tabletop.
Please help me.
Get that sight cleansed from my head.
I was young and naive, I can live without that memory.
My father and I rushed to find you.
We found you sprawled out on the floor.
Now my innocence has vanished,
knowing that God let your life be stolen.
You were my comfort,
That evening I felt nothing but helplessness.
Now I sit here tonight, soaked in self-loathing,
within the darkness, and self-made loneliness.
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