"Let's talk about this."
They ask like they're obliged
but I always talk back with a hiss.
They don't need to dig.
This is my own dirt.
I don't want them to get hurt
just because of my pain.
This is my own phase,
I need to be on my own
to be able to face my fears alone.
"I don't need help!"
What I keep saying.
But my other half keeps on disagreeing.
The pain is getting worse.
My throat is getting hoarse.
All of this just keep on flowing.
I don't even understand why I keep hanging.
I badly want to end this.
As I held unto the knife and eyeing my wrist.
The faces of my best friend appeared.
Their voice is the only thing I hear.
I cried everything out.
Then suddenly halt.
I whispered slowly my wish.
"Don't ever leave me, please."
