She smelled of sex

And weed

And broken dreams

Of blood and tears

And better years.

She's so young

To be struggling to hold on

Fighting against her mind

For her own life.

His eyes are dead

The needle marks red

Killing the demons only in his head

His heart is not beating

His lungs are not breathing

The world is already forgetting.

He was so young

To be letting go

Who he'd be

Now we'll never know.

They say "we'll change

It won't happen again"

But the words are just lies

Born from a thousand probing eyes.

They were too young

To lose their lives

It's our fault they were driven to the bring

We can't pretend otherwise

A thousand lost souls

Could be saved by a kind word

But for the world

One word was just too hard.