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.