My mind is slipping.
Dripping in ink-like substance.
Feeding the rot.
Metastasizing throughout.
Loss of control.
Subjugated by chemical agents in conjunction with brain activity.

The real me.
You don't know.
And never will.
For I am still.
When you draw near.

Bittersweet addiction.
Sometimes I am sweet on you.

To my dismay...

You need a friend when you're alone in the dark.
You need a friend with whom you can talk.
You need a friend, but nobody knows.
You're simply refusing to speak.

Why is that?

Because nobody understands you.
Nobody wants to know you.
You know that you're lesser.

"The mirror is the most adept liar."

You're a f(r)iend.

Do you find it enlightening?
We're all in the process of dying.

The world showed you who you are and you embraced it.

Your name means nothing. It never did.
Your life means nothing.
You are but a number in a binary system.
You will behave as you're told.

And die when I say so.

Sincerely,
A "Dear Friend"