tired
shes barley alive
medicines not working... why
spits blood hurts when she breathes
cries because she just wants to leave
she prays at night
god why me
make it stop please
vomit on the rug
breakfast lunch and dinner drugs
with a weak little heart
our hands part i just want to go to sleep
wake up to the angle i uses to know
fragile... might break if the wind blows
i hold her in my arms
as she screams
and shakes violently
blood on her lips
broken ribs and bearthless hips
shes so cold
19 years old
god help me stay close
she looks in my eyes
and pleads... overdose
i give her plenty of morphine
lock lips until i cant feel her breath
no more pain no more movement
no more nothing
we uses to be something
and now im just empty.
--Z.Silas Herrera
shes barley alive
medicines not working... why
spits blood hurts when she breathes
cries because she just wants to leave
she prays at night
god why me
make it stop please
vomit on the rug
breakfast lunch and dinner drugs
with a weak little heart
our hands part i just want to go to sleep
wake up to the angle i uses to know
fragile... might break if the wind blows
i hold her in my arms
as she screams
and shakes violently
blood on her lips
broken ribs and bearthless hips
shes so cold
19 years old
god help me stay close
she looks in my eyes
and pleads... overdose
i give her plenty of morphine
lock lips until i cant feel her breath
no more pain no more movement
no more nothing
we uses to be something
and now im just empty.
--Z.Silas Herrera
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i wrote: that was lovely....you quoted it like Z.Silas Herrera wrote it. is that your pen name....or real name? i searched the internet and only the SG site came up with a find.
i see now that i'm in your journal it's either your real name....or a pen name.....you're interesting to read. i would like to add you to my fav's to come back and read again