Derarest friend,
I write to you
in your form of writing.
No rhymes.
I know
you hurt a lot,
even when you put on
a brave face.
Emotionless.
You feel
the pain and evil
seeping through.
You hide,
not telling.
Not even me,
for the longest time
Until you realize,
we are equal.
In ways--
Same.
Same nutty friends.
Not really sane.
But please my friend,
Just open up.
A little more.
I will try to help,
as you did to me.
I L-O-V-E you, Friend.
From,
Me
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
