[oreosandcookies]

My Friend

My friend,
I hurt
-You cant see it-

My friend,
I sceam
-You cant hear it-

Where am I in your world?

You seem to be growing closer -to the others-
When I seem to be drifting closer to the cornors
Of my mind
Where no light shines
Where no voice is heard
Where no heart is mended

Unraveling from the edges
Breaking in many places

My friend,
My pages are turning black
the color is draining from the chapters
that seem to repeat,
endlessly the same
endless stories of hurt,
pleasure, and selfish gain

My friend,
I am curoding in this confind spot
I am closterphobic
Which means I am beginning to get this knot
Deep in my stomach reminding me of my
Hearts throbbing plot
My friend,
The wind drifts me from place to place
The wind slaps me on my face
The wind whispers from the shadows
And laughs at the melting dreams of tomorrow

My friend,
They melt and drip
Into a pot
A pot full of high expectations
A pot full of hopeless talk

My friend,
I nee....I wan..I hop..."WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!!!" -I need you-
I need your support
or something of the sort
Please be here for me
Through this state of hurt

My friend,
You say your here for me
You say you will never leave me

If this is true
-then-
Where the hell are you?

My friend,
I cant see you
I cant hear you
Your here in flesh
But not in spirit
I dont want you here
-near me-
If this is the way your going to be

My friend,

I can see when you avoid asking me the dreading question

"Hello, how are you doing-(any confessions?)-?"

I can see how you lie about how you want the truth
How you want me to open up
But you dont want it

You want a smile
You want a flirt
You want everything to go back to the way things were

But they cant
They never will

This chapter has been written in blood
Forever staining my livelyhood

So many mixed emotions
So many mixed feelings

I want your help
I want your touch
I want you to be my crutch

However, I dont want to wear you down

To wear you thin
Thats the last think I want for my best friend

So leave me in my corner
I will sort it out

Leave me to figure out this twisted plot
That haunts me every day
That haunts me every night

What causes me to write and write without any thought
It gushes out
If spills over the edges
Pages and Pages of my souls crying wedges
Between the life I want
And the life I live

I can no longer hear your call
I can only hear the
Broken angels song

My friend,
I wish to spare you
Take advice from me
No one wants to waste their time
On a hopeless case, like me

My Friend,
I wish you the best of luck
I love you
I truely do
If you need anything -anything-
I will a l w a y s be there for YOU