Forlorn Hope

I am one whom holds no life. A picture of unending strife. Take the drink, not the knife. And think of better things. They cannot see me in this way. Cannot know the pain to stay. All the words I cannot say. So I will have to change. I will be another me. Someone who won’t have to flee. From a sick reality. Change and then play out the scene. She will have a better fate. Breathe the air, not suffocate. She’ll sing while I medicate. And be the better one for them. So bring her to the silver screen. Bask her out and in between. Know her pure and see her clean. As the truth hides and rots away. 4/24/21