Wounded Healer


Wounded Healer

His footprints fade from the sand on the beach.

I understand that depression it kills

Cause my bestfriend swallowed handfuls of pills

Now im on the ground trying not to screech.

Im not really one to pray or to preach

Im sitting here writing making mistakes

My heart it aches and it aches and it breaks

Everyones waiting to hear my sad speech.

Its been two weeks since the day that he died

Im telling everyone ill be okay

But im not all that sure that is the case

I am trying to keep my head up high     

But all I can see is black and dark grey

But ill come to school wearing a straight face.


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