Slave To the Wage

She's in the H Bed for an overdose She's a broken But beautiful girl A rose In and out apparatus to help her breath through her nose I'm her holding her hand because we're close I'm her friend The weird one who has on his aunts dead husbands clothes Capture this moment in a photo "Will she be okay" I'm waiting for the doctors to let me know. Discharged, out we go. Back to inhaling and impaling but I'm a critic and an observer I never follow So I said, "Don't make me cry" I know what you mean by living everyday life like you want to die All the sedatives and okays are a lie We must endure but why? But I'll be okay if you don't say goodbye. The paramedics came She's back in again It's all the same A cycle of pain Final breath First death Pale rose Her eyes begin to close Her soul goes. The tears in out flows. How am I to survive When our talks kept me alive Breaking my hands trying to revive The one person who kept me alive Alternatively Nothing can describe the hatred inside for not having been strong enough to keep you alive Between you and me the weak one survived I'd give infinity and more to have you revived.