venting

[pflavredpoptart]

weeks without sleep
wondering whats next.
bloodshot eyes,
running on empty
no food could please.
no words could heal,
the wound the bleeds,
from things so real.
sicker you are
the worse it gets.
but its not lifes game
because death isnt the end.
for when your gone
your pain lives on.
the people who care
live day in and out
but you take the drug
no care, no doubt.
how are you feeling?
better or worse?
to know that your doing,
feels like a curse.
you know the distance
never really mattered,
because the love is whats real
and all that counts.
just one who cares
can always amount.
helpless,
im too far away.
n i can hope you will listen
to all i can say.
but words are all that you'll hear
although its not me to decide
for its your life
only you know if
you are alive.