Withering and wheezing

she is losing her mind

rocking and retreating

to her beauty she’s blind

 

She silently cries

her world crashing in

surrounded by lies

she wants to give in

 

With it all falling down

she still tries to break free

She is chased by a hound

she calls her history

 

Their words glide around her

“you’re no good, why d’you try?”

her sobs begin to slur

as her eyes start to dry

 

she drags herself upstairs

where her family is not

when she’s caught unawares

by the pills, just a dot

 

she stands and considers

pills swimming through her blood

her consciousness withers

as she falls with a thud

 

but little does she know

that he walked in just then

with flowers to bestow

its here he should have been

 

she wakes up too cold

he sits by her side

the story untold

with absence of pride

 

he holds her frail hand

and promises love

his eyes understand

they fit like a glove

 

on a road to recover

happily devoted

and the two discover

life not sugarcoated