Empty pill bottles
neatly on the shelf
best friend on the bathroom floor
and nothing to say to yourself.
Broken city skyline
smoke in the air
did you unkowingly say your last goodbye
or act like you did not care?
Long sleeves
and lots of bracelets
you didn't stay up late
to talk them out of their slits.
Pack of cigarettes
bottles of whiskey
didn't ever think
you'd be like your Daddy.
Shrink's office
begging for another pill
the things we have done
are the things that kill.
Standing in the cold
In front of a six foot deep hole
everyone is crying
over something they can't control.
Now it is you
in the frigid box underground
never before
have you felt so safe and sound.
