I logged onto the chat
In my quiet dark room I sat
When i first talked to him I was just bored
But slowly in he lured
We talked night and day in typed words
He gathered my heart in herds
One day he reviled to me that he wrote story's
And in those he reviled all of his worries
We talked on the phone for the first time one night
He whispered in fright
I don't know what else to do
Now i know that early i wish i knew
I wish that i heard before of his escaping blade
The caging thoughts they had made
I didn't understand at first
But then he explained the thirst
I didn't know what to say
And he responded saying it was okay
So i did research and watched everything i could
Searched for something to make him feel good
But all i could come up with was he mattered
That one day he would be cured
I hoped that it would help him
then things didn't seem so grim
