I am free, why can’t you be?

Yesterdays memories fades as tomorrow collapses into today. Once again the cruel Mistress strikes within. To our demise she is stealing lives. None of us brother to question why? Only the ones who chase the flame will understand the temporary gain of the underlining shame. The guilt that’s built to spill across these lines as I write thinking about you. I am free, why can’t you be?

Six feet under with a needle sticking in your vein. I feel the pain of your remorse. As your soul blackens with tar, becoming distant and far. You say I am not near but I am sitting right fucking here. Pleading for your beautiful life but you much rather die. NO ONE CARES, NO ONE CARES. How dare you say that while I am holding your hand weeping at your side. Tears running down the cheek, the room becomes bleak.

Silence enters, you can barely whimper. The heart aches, mind breaks, body shakes and those hazel brown eyes look at me, slightly making me want to flee. I know you have something to say but I am not sure if I am ready to hear. You just might confirm my worst fear. The body stiffens, I try to look away but your grasp has me staying focused.

Then it happens. As you smile, you grab my hand and say… Polly, sweetest friend of mine. You choose a life to be clean but this isn’t the path for me. Go home, wash your face. Don’t think about my decay. Don’t think about the pain. Please just leave. I am free, why can’t you be?