Sick
The glory days
She once had thought
Denial in her mind
Her life was free
Her pain was gone
She was one of a kind
The past had past
The future near
The present full of thrill
“But why?” she asked
Did that empty spot
Never seem to fill
Every day
She bottled up
Her pain, her rage, her sin
Until finally she could not stand
The darkness set within
“Escape” she thought
“I’ll run away
And won’t even be missed”
She never thought
How hurt they were
Relationships she risked
Now blind to beauty
Clouded mind
Becoming what she feared
She fled inside
Her twisted mind
And never reappeared
I can’t shake this
Something’s amiss
No solution
Retribution
Empty inside me
I’ll never be free
Henry was a foster kid
Never felt at home
Acted like a little boy
Even when he was grown
Couldn’t form relationships
Quite like the rest
Started hearing voices
And getting real depressed
Began slamming heroin
Cheap liquor and meth
Living on the streets again
He always prayed for death
Get sober for a little while
Feels like he is reborn
But the voices take him out again
Angry and forlorn
I can’t shake this
Something’s amiss
No solution
Retribution
Empty inside me
I’ll never be free
Nancy has a pretty face
She’s always smiling bright
But underneath the cheerfulness
She’s not really alright
When she’s alone in her room
She hugs her knees and cries
No support around her
She’s trapped by all her lies
The ache inside is so deep
That she needs some fast relief
But drug abuse and alcohol
Are against her strong beliefs
Her doctor prescribed her with some Xannies for the day
And if the good doctor prescribed it, then it must must be ok
A change inside her body
Relief inside her mind
If one is helping this much
3 will really help unwind
I can’t shake this
Something’s amiss
No solution
Retribution
Empty inside me
I’ll never be free
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