I don't how it feels to be addicted to pills

But I know the feeling of a witness to pains

Never wander in wonderland like a young lad

But always laid on a bed of roses with bleeds

Counting each drop looks unending each time 

Because I'm not doing better than yesterday 

Drifting but can see my footprint on the path 

Understanding is all I ask, as I'm going away 

Just for a little while, can you hang on there

Put up that smile you give me as a present 

And look towards that future we captured 

Because I'm going to be doing better there

If nothing works as plan, just hold on to this

Memories and hard times we stood together 

Laughter we never faked together as friends 

Time we never paid each other to spend 

Friendship we built together with our time

Because I'm always doing better with you

The Poet