there are people who are so outwardly hopeless

a shell of who they once were

so utterly boneless

a broke and homeless entrepreneur

of all things dark and all things sad

like a pencil on a nose, they are unstable

and if you take your eyes off them for just a moment

you might find an empty bottle of pills on the table

or a razor on the bathroom floor

or a broken ceiling fan

a lifeless body behind a bedroom door

so you watch them and that is all you do

because if they were to slip, it would be a crime

and no amount of glue can bring back their time

and you'd be the toddler who broke the vase

hiding under the bed

the primary suspect of the case

barely hanging on by a thread

trying not to slip too

you eat, breathe, and sleep their pain

trying to heal them with your powers that do not exist

and you stand in the skin lashing rain

trying so fucking hard to persist

but no matter what you do or what you say

they simply do not care

and you're the one who pays

because their pain is also yours to bear

and you give your sanity to it

and you can never get it back

and now you are broken and lifeless

drained of all you had

lobotomized and mindless

a new type of olympiad

of who will give up first

there are people who are so outwardly hopeless

a shell of who they once were

so utterly boneless

a broke and homeless entrepreneur

of all things dark and all things sad

and i will die for them, given the chance

which is why i cannot spare you

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