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Posted by Growing In Wisdom on 5 May 2018.
I don’t want you to die. But I have to let you go like you’re dead. I wait, every second that goes by, For signs you’re alive instead. The silence gives me hope That you are somewhere safe The silence drowns my hope Because I fear you are far from safe But when the silence is broken I dread, who will be there? Friendly voice of liar? Or angry voice of fear? I guess, whichever one gets you higher I beg for you to love Whilst praying for you to hate Nothing I say or do will be enough Nobody is in control now; it is too late The taste has got grips around you Pulling you so tight The darkness has overcome you You mistake dark for light Whatever choice you make I will have to feel You make the choice to take And it’s only your pain that can be concealed I’m torn Which pain should I choose now? Hurt trying to save you? Hurt trying to save me? But how! There’s losses with the two Am I a hypocrite? I am confused. Is what we are going through actually the same? I’m hurting trying to let go of love for you Whilst asking you to let go of love; for a drug which makes you insane Why did my love not make you high? I thought I was reserved for your soul. The terrible things you’ve done have made me more than cry My heart was full, but now has a hole I’m worn Every time you take darkness I try and shine light Every time you lose choices I have to be ready to fight Your love for the high hurts us all My love for you prolongs an agony If I choose to stop fighting will you exist at all? If I stay and support will it end in tragedy? You choose not to make a choice And so it’s me which must choose Which pain will win its voice And which hope shall lose But we know there’s no winners or losers When anybody looks at the children’s face Because we don’t choose to soothe us With what you use to fill the empty space And so it’s back to waiting With silence, hope and dread Only the drug is choosing Which parts of us are dead.
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