Blood, drugs, tears, alcohol all mingled on my skin as I prayed to you
Long nights all alone and crying,
praying for some relief to wash over me
only finding myself running closer to my self made finish line
I asked for help so many times and
wondered where you were when I needed you most
Caved into my own self hatred and self loathing and ran so fast away from you
I think I lost anyway back to you.
And I'm just afraid
Afraid to make my way back to you
If you weren't there when I needed you most, how will you even be there for me now?