Why, hello there.
Who is this in the mirror?
A dark silhouette is here,
Telling me the end is near.
I shake my head,
I look away,
My feelings are dead,
Or so you say.
One long limb after another,
You stretch into my world.
I try to take cover,
But your fingers are curled.
I cannot walk,
Cannot see,
Cannot talk,
To what's taken over me.
You shush me quietly,
Do not make a fuss.
Let your thoughts run wildly,
Yes, let them rush..
You taunt me with my past,
Saying what's done is done,
If you want this to last,
Let's have a little fun.
Your friends over there,
They seem quite nice,
Tell them your life isn't fair,
That all has a price.
Let the tears fall,
Drown in your sorrow,
give your friends a call,
Tell them you need a favor to borrow.
They will assist,
But I will not quit,
You will resist,
But they cannot baby sit.
Who needed them any who,
I'm the only friend you need,
Ill always be true,
Even while you bleed.
You were already drained,
Before I entered you,
Like the days had rained,
But you had no clue.
My brothers and sisters,
had already infested your life,
From all of those misters,
They all held the knife.
My pessimistic ways,
are for the better,
While you're in its daze,
You write the letter.
I sign it for you generously,
So you can rest,
Because I am honestly,
The last "friend" that you have left.
My mission has ended,
Your misery is subsided.
To I who you had friended,
That you suicided.
(This is only a vent poem)