Saturday, September 1, 2012

They Say


Third time lucky, they say,
It’ll be fine, they say,
Luck is always on your side, they say,
What do they know?
Helpless and numb.
I looked up to you, I still do,
But I need to know you’re here for me,
Not a slave to the bed and needles.
Come back,
It’s hard enough when you’re not around.
Feel better, please.
Kill yourself when you’re already dead, not now.
You have a few more years on you,
Hold on to them.
Come back,
There’s concern for you here,
I’m old enough to know, mature enough to understand,
Let me in, let me help.
Return,
Safe and sound.
I miss you.
Please come back.

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