you just took too many pills

not even for highs or thrills

nor for a sense of light relief

you just lost all belief

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a cry for help gone wrong

a yearn for attention you’ve wanted for so long

and instead of asking your friends for an answer

you thought to create a solution

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you wake up to see us by the hospital bed

with paramedics worrying that your dead

your mothers pain piercing sound waves

at your attempt for an early grave

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i stand at the back of the room looking at broken floor tiles

doubts of life being thrown onto growing piles

looking at your lifeless limbs

a wonderful life just turned grim

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when we take you home you go to rest

the doctors orders which would be best

we all watch you as you walk up the stairs

as you hide yourself in embaressment from our fearful eyes

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this made me question myself as family

do we pay enough attention to you

i mean we always try to

but you obviously don’t see that

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instead of turning to us with your problems

you turn to painkillers

and with each one that you swallow

you think of your parents as just being hollow

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we are like blank canvases to you

the archetypal parents that turn a blind eye

to you

our little girl

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you don’t understand that we love you

so we decide to burst into your room to give you a surprise hug

to forgive you for anything you feel we have ever done

because we are just a weak flower hungry for your sun

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we quietly open the door

and see that you’ve gone to rest

our beautiful daughter

another cause for distress