Untitled

Untitled by S. L. Wyllie.

It troubles me when I glimpse those
shrouds of darkness behind your eyes.
They take you to this desolate place
where you self-destruct and isolate.
I see the demons beneath the surface,
I see them waiting for the first chance,
to drag you under when you’re weakest.
How can I show you that I care?
That you’re not alone, that I’ll be there?
By your side, no matter how many,
Shadows and skeletons, because trust me
I’ve got plenty.
I know you’re hanging by a thread,
and...