Don't Tell Me

Don't tell me not to worry, when you know what it's like,

to see the one that you love laying on the floor,

watching the light that contains their life dim through their eyes,

wondering if this is the moment that you see them die.

Don't tell me not to worry

cuz I've been through hell and back,

you forget that before you

I spent 8 years shooting that black.

I know what it means to sell all of our dreams

cuz I hope you know that with the dragon you're chasing

it isn't just your hopes and light and love that you're

crushing and erasing.

It's mine too.

And I hope you comprehend somewhere

back in what's left of that beautiful brain of yours,

that I gave up all of that life for you because I cared.

Because I dreamed we could soar on stitched wings.

I believed in every single thing that you spoon-fed me.

Don't tell me not to fucking worry

when I go to sleep at night dreaming

of your face turning blue and your nose fucking bleeding

when I see your eyes rolling up in the back of your head

and you're not fucking sleeping.

Don't tell me not to worry

when I keep dreading the day that your mother calls me

even though I ain't got shit to say,

and she tells me you're gone.

You're gone and you ain't coming back

and it's because you got with me and

I helped you relapse only it wasn't on meth

it was on that god evil heroin that black.

It's my fault you're drowning your pain

by shooting that sticky demon's blood into your veins.

There will never be a day that passes

that I don't see the world around me

engulfed in flames and burning to ashes

helpless to do anything but watch in agony

as you try to hold on and simultaneously

run from me. There will never be a second

in this life that I don't fear I will lose you

like I lost Ty-

only this time I know deep in my soul

that if you go I will be left hollow inside.

Please,

Don't tell me not to worry about you.

Because worrying is all that I know how to do,

when you are so far away

you might as well be on the moon-

my hands are outstretched and

I can't reach you.

Don't tell me not to worry,

because I am watching your skin

flake away and melt in,

it clings to your bones,

the substances that you consume

are calling you home and

I am watching you fold

into yourself

so bent on living in hell.

Please

Don't tell me.

Not.

To worry.