So where have you taken yourself these days?
Your words mean so much more to me right now.
I'm hoping every bit of this is false
But I can't help but fear you may be gone.
Does anybody else not understand
The thread that dangles, twists, and snags,
Leaving life a bitter tangled mess?
I dread this all might just make no sense
Because it's pills and fear and memory
Which always add to everything.
The hospital stays, and therapy,
Nightmares, day dreams, fantasy,
Lost love, lost hope, no remedy
For every tiny bit of insanity.
I can't help but hope that I am wrong.