In my life , many people have tried to save me.
Spoil me, fix me , change me.
From all those people, there are some that I feel sorry for the most.
The ones that I used to keep so very close.
The ones who stood beside me watching the fire.
Even when they knew, that I was just another liar.
One of them, is a boy named a Nick.
A friend that I didn't met long ago,
But loved just as deep.
This friends has a past that I cannot speak about.
I can only say that he is someone, that I would die without.
The first time that demons started dancing in my head.
He was right there, searching for an end.
When I was drowning in my terrible dreams,
He was right there, telling me to breath.
When the darkness was high, and the pain was deep,
He was by my side, singing me to sleep.
The last time, I thought of suicide,
He tried to stop me, telling me that I'm too good to die.
So the truth is that my friend Nick, is really, a fool.
But A good one too.
One who believes that love is the cure.
The one who dreams, and screams, and dies inside when you do.
He tries, but he can't understand how alone I really feel.
How angry I get when he pusses away the one thing that I really need.
My darkness.
The darkness that has seemed to follow me since I was a kid.
The darkness in which I find peace, love and relief.
He does it for my own good,
That I know.
I knwo that he tries so hard, because he can't bare another ghost.
But maybe I wanna be.
Maybe I want to fly away.
Maybe I want to see my brother again.
And wear forever gray.
But I can't be like this anymore.
My friends don't deserve it.
I have to stand up and live with them again.
I think we have earned it.
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Poetry"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can't feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often." Charles Bukows...
