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R.I.P. to the boy you used to see ;His days are over. Baby he's over -
by Michelle Chambers on Sunday, June 19, 2011 at 11:55pm

how can i look at your tired face and not know whats wrong ;

not knowing you haven’t loved yourself in yet so long ;

It’s the kind of tired you dont need sleep for ;

as pills and bottles of NyQuil are scattered on the floor ;

The kind of tired where you start to feel disappointed at the world ;

disappointed with yourself and the people that never deserved you at all ;

dont know where it started but your desperate not to fall ;

to fail and feel no hope anymore -

scared to tell your secrets and rough times ;

” just somethings you gotta keep to yourself ” ;

disappearing from the happy person you once were ;

as your best friend sits in the drench of disbelief wondering …

how could she not know , not see ;

the fake smile upon your face , the scared laugh ;

not taking risks willing to take -

or living life when you might not have another day ;

so now you smoke weed and drink most days ;

and its sad to see my best friend slip away ;

i hope the old you comes back ;

and as he sits on the roof top with a coors in his hand ;

orange sweater by his side

weed on his mind - wishing the past behind ;

i just want things to get better -

i want the old you ;