one day you're in.

she just, she can't.
she only has to.
she knows the magnitude.
and she knows the sitch.

she can never fix it.
she can only watch.
shudder, cringe.

don't unravel.
you can't fall apart now.
hopelessness is not a stranger to her,
to fiver.

she writes and she wrote and she will write more if she needs.



listen to your saddest songs
listen to her. things will go wrong
and nobody should make these rhymes,
and nobody should have the time to read this.
but what if they need to?
she shouldn't need to.
you shouldn't need to because you shouldn't be there.
There is the place that holds you down.
There is where dreams are hidden.
the people There don't want what's best for you.

look up out of the well.
look up because she has been there and found the way out.
she can't show you, apparently.
she can't help you that much.
but at least she can let you know
that you can.



-MRS 10/19/08

ps. i think this sucks. but i really felt like i needed to write something even though i can't write anything.