Sometimes people turn into monsters,
The reflection in the mirror doesn't like what's looking back,
Dark circles crowd eyes trying to stay open,
Hair falls on shoulders,
A greasy mess.
Sometimes we can save them from it,
Pull them out of darkness,
Into the brightness of hope,
Shake the monster out.
Most times we have to let self destruction happen,
Watch people fall off the cliff,
Let go of the person they were.
Its hard letting go,
But,
Its even harder trying to save someone who doesn't want to be saved,
Or,
Can't.
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