Sunday, May 17, 2015

Into something

While I sit here, quite alright
Someone else suffers in despair
Not getting out of bed
Not combing her hair
Everything is over
Everything but the almost sober
Calculation of the best possible
Point of time for death
And its execution, maybe with a knife
Or a bunch of drugs
Jumping off something
In front of something
Into something
Burning something
Tossing over a chair
There is no way to tell her
That she’ll be alright
I can only pray and hope
For her to win the fight