Shooting up on magick
you sit in the room
You’ve been here so many times
why do you put up with this shit?
A troubled smile slaps her in the face
when she finally meets your gaze
you just sit there
in this room
fatigued and confused
watching her
she rocks back and forth in the corner
shooting up on magick again
she’s driven you crazy
almost over the edge
but just when you least expect it
she pulls you back again
You’re so worried about her
but your face shows no concern
you’re past that stage now
you look at her with pity
and you’ve been here before
why do you put up with this shit?
you’re always the one
cleaning up after her
holding her while she cries
and screams when the night mares haunt her
wiping her tears
sometimes you think you care to much
and you do
but its not your fault
or hers
she starts screaming in the corner
you hesitate before running to her
you’ve been here before
why do you put up with this shit?
you’re thinking about leaving
you can’t take this shit
remember when you tried to leave
she didn’t fight you
but you came back again
and why did you?
you finally make your way to the corner
you hold her close and think
God why does she do this?
you don’t want this shit!
but deep down you know you
caused some of her pain
you think of leaving again
you can’t take this shit
but you know she wont
and niether will you
she’s shooting up your magick again.