-My Dark Poetry-

A Bent Spoon

You sleep all day long, 

Barely get up anymore. 

You don't eat anything. 

Your door, you close. 

But I see the silver foil, 

And the bent spoon. 

I fear what comes next, 

And I know it'll come soon. 

Hey, tell me your secret, 

Because I pretend not to know it. 

But I do, I see the new track mark. 

Even thought you don't show it. 

I know that clear liquid isn't water, 

And I know what the belt is for. 

I take you off the floor so often, 

I don't think I can do it anymore. 

I drag you to your bed and dump you on it, 

Your body shifts but you don't wake up. 

I close the door pretending you're just sleeping. 

And I tell mom the easy lie I make up. 

You're just sick, just heartbroken, 

Just something that'll go away. 

But it doesn't and it won't. 

Desperation on display 

Hey, won't you wake up now? 

Because I need you to be okay. 

I slap you and your eyes open. 

But now I don't know what to say. 

Look me in the eye and tell me 

Is it worth the money and pain? 

But you don't look me in the eye 

Your consciousness doesn't remain. 

Your rooms smells and it's hot 

The dirty curtains, I closed. 

You hide for the world and people 

But now your secret is exposed