What happens when you don't want this life anymore?
What happens when you just want to run, never to return?
You curled into a fetal position under your bed,
Hiding away from the world.
You wished not to breathe,
You wished not to be found.
You wished to die.
You drank youself into a stooper.
You smoked your last joint as you slid beneath the
Bed.
You don't really feel much anymore,
Not even a numbness.
What will you do when it all returns?
Your glassy eyes will remain red..
Your throat will still burn, from the
Screams that are never heard...
It will all remain the same...
Open up the door,
Step on through..
Take the hand that wishes
To lead..
Begin to trust..
Take the shoulder that is
Willing..
Just remember to breathe..
