Piles for miles

Just issues on file

Just more and more

Everyday

Just more

Just hustle and hustle

Even when you’re tired

No stop no rest

Just other people’s problems

Stacks upon stacks of things

He said

She said

They say

I hate

It’s just a pattern

Repetitive and exhausting

Like pulling everyone’s weight

But then one day you act odd

Isn’t when they come running

The one day you share sh*t 

Is when they are gunning

For your house

Because you’re going to die

And not the way you should

But trust me

It’s fine

I’ll just put up my hood

And deal with everything else

Even though soon there won’t be any you left

And when the sirens sound they care the most

Because what has happened to their wonderful host

But now she is silent

A spirit a ghost

Waiting for a plea a cry

To let her know why

Why she never had people

To talk to

Or cry

Because everyday she had pliers

At the fingernails they pry

Her worth

Her time

Her money

Her health

Are all on standby

But watch as they cry

And they cry

And cry

Knowing they could’ve done something

Anything

And would’ve

But guess what

She died