Help For the Dead

I need to lay this burden down
make it real on paper in ink
I need to take this weight off 
Take it off my chest and think
The drugs keep me breathing steady
but my heart stopped beating already
I cant keep going on as a sleepy
drone I just cant keep going on alone
I need to get rid of this sickness
I need to stop swallowing pills
I want to feel sunshine on my skin
I want to feel my heart beating again
Someone help me
Help me clear my head
Someone must help me
Even though I'm already dead



Help for the Dead by Dakota Farley