When did holding your hand up
Stop being a question
And turn into a shield
To protect you from the pain
When did the comfort of your bed
Go from being a sanctuary
To become the hole
In which you hide
When did the pills you take
Turn from a source of healing
Into a poison you consume
To bring it all to a bitter end
When did your falling in love
Stop being a blessing
And turn into a source
Of sorrow and of pain
When did your being alive
Go from excitement and energy
To laying on the couch
Just wishing that you were dead
©ronvdm777
Dec 2019
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