Helpless

Helpless.
I feel helpless knowing that I could wake up to a police call
Because they found my number in your phone
I feel helpless because you lost most of your sense of smell to coke
And now you can’t smell your own relapse

Helpless.
Helpless because I know that if I told you exactly what I was thinking
You would label me one of the accusers, the abandoners
And you’d shut me out of your life
You’d make me a number

You broke my heart when you said “I think we should just be friends” but I know what you meant was:
“I’m terrified”

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