Weeds

You are up one moment, the next on the ground.
The fall of your body doesn't make a sound.
You call for someone, anyone to care.
Crazy thing is, not one person is there.
Weak there, you start to plea.
Is there anyone that could set you free?
You are hot and clammy, there on the floor.
Your body aches till you can't take anymore.
With pain, you start to rise from where you lie.
Coming of from the ground you let out a sigh.
You and yourself are all that you need.
Friends are like a gorgeous plant and a weed.





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