He's not dead

He’s just sleeping
Laying there
A little pale, a little white
Just exhaustion from last night

His eyes half open
Staring into nothingness
Glazed and empty
Let him rest, let him be

His skin’s cold to the touch
The slightest sheen of sweat
Maybe he’s falling ill
But why is his body oh so still

His hands still clasping
Holding tightly
The bottles of pills
He’s resting, he’s ill

He’s not breathing
He’s turning blue
But it will pass
It won’t last

He’s not broken
He hasn’t given up
He’s not dead
He’s just resting on his bed

He wouldn’t leave us
Those who love him
He is strong
He can’t die, its just wrong

Why did he leave
Why did he go
He’s just sleeping
I’m his mother… I know