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Frustration over a loved one's refusal to help themselves out of a suicidal mindset, or life-threatening addiction.
As the summer fades to fall
Rain cascades in grey teardrops
Does it slow you to a crawl,
To languish in your blind-spots?
Have you made peace with your youth?
Or still cling to poisoned anger?
Does your distance from the truth
Help you hide from imagined danger?
Locked in isolation
Lost in self-medication
Driven to a mad descension
Falling into fatal sedation
When the paranoia wins
The resolve deep inside you wavers,
You fall victim to yourself
All that's left is blood and bone
Do you care who cleans up your mess?
Would it matter if you'd known?
Would you've shown signs of distress?
Such a desperate solution