©Ulcertative Colits (For Joe, laying in the grass)
I know what youre going through
I have been where you are
the world spinning fast around you
and youre sick and stuck at start.
I remember those days
surreal , a bad waking dream
it feels like you've lost the way
but that is only how it seems.
I know you bleed , you bleed so much
and no doctor wants to stop it
you've drawn the very last of luck
and you want to scream "shit".
When you feel like you're all alone
call me I'm always here
pick it up and dial me on the phone
in your heart I'll always be near.
You have the chance I didnt have
to not be cut up and left for dead
use the tools you possess and grab it
find that light inside to fight the dread.
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