Waiting For Rock Bottom
When I decided I would help you
It felt felt like I went off to war
And you are right, it's not my business
But I can't take it anymore
You gave me tiny slots of time
Choice words I said between your lines
Hear me out you sniffling wreck
I dont want you to die
I hate that poison in your pocket
It makes those shadows in your eyes
This choice was taken from you
Now I say the choice is mine
I take the deepest breaths I can
For the strength to run a sprint
Got you convinced I want a snifter
I snatch your stash and run with it
I hang my head in both my hands
When I see you scored some more
Is there anything to gain
Banging on your dealer's door
And he is right, it's not my business
But I can't take it anymore
How can I watch you digging deeper
I watched you sink right to the floor!
I have no moves left I can make
I pray, dear God in all your grace
Do not let this rock bottom
Be a final resting place
Copyright © Kyle Kriticos | Year Posted 2016
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