Ukulele Boy, bring me the gift of sleep
Upon me, do my monsters creep
Into my ears, making a home in my brain
Feeding on tears and dwelling upon pain
Making use of the thoughts I have stored away
When it is peaceful and quiet, my demons will play
They take my emotions, and pull on the strings
Tie them around the angels, so they can't use their wings
And upon this night, I wish one great favor
A wish that it's payoff I will forever savor
Please, bring me, the gift of sleep
So that I may rest, and no longer weep
"Hi. This is..this is Josh. And I'm Josh's Best Friend."
"Hello."
"Sir...I know what going on in your head right now. I know what that feels like." Tyler said.
The man said nothing.
"I know what it feels like to be so close...but so far away from freedom. You're so close to pulling that trigger. You're so ready to just..go."
The man looked down at the gun. He smiled slightly at the thought.
"But you can't do it."
The smile turned to a frown quickly and the man looked up at Tyler.
"I'm not saying that you aren't capable of doing. I know you are. I know all of you are. I know Josh is. I know I am. But you can't do it. I don't care if you are going through some of the hardest things you have ever encountered. You can't do it. You have to stay alive. Stay alive for me. For Josh. For yourself. How do you see the end if you can't make it through the beginning? How do you see the good when you won't even try to get through the bad?"