[Stephenie McKinnon]

It doesn't matter when you sleep, but sleep.
The lights and noise ignite this life you keep.
It doesn't matter where you go, but stay,
and let me hope and think that you're okay.
It doesn't matter who you're with tonight,
or that this high has limited your sight.
It matters if you're frightened, or alone.
It matters that you won't pick up your phone.
It matters that I know you might not wake,
that "friends" might let you die for their own sake.
Your music, lights, your alcohol, your crack...
It matters that you know you can come back.