cracks appear above her head
wine flows vigerously down her throught
screams echo from his lips, terrifying children
disease thrives in his blood
fear, pain and dispare flow around those I love
I hear the calls of longing
but am unable to help
When I try to offer my hand in friendship, she spits venom in my face
When I try to talk to him about his problems, he tries to touch me
to lay his hands, where they don't belong
My friends are falling apart
and truly all I want to do is help
but it's getting too hard
and I'm tierd of being attacked, fondled and missunderstood
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