I built a friend.
he doesn't have a name
because when i name them, I lose them.
we spent all our time together
we were best friends
and he cured my loneliness
he might've just been some pencils glued together
but he was my friend.
one day, he was crying
I asked him what was wrong,
and he said "I can't take it anymore!"
I tried comforting him,
but he didn't want my help..
he ran out of the house with tears on his face
I built a friend
we'd be friends to the end..
but the end came closer than I thought
one sunny, spring day..
he was lying on the ground
I should've listened to him
he said he was unstable,
but I told him he'd be fine.
I built a friend
and he broke himself..
he didn't have a name,
when I name them, they die..
but he died anyways.
I guess I shouldn't
build another friend..
