When my mind had stopped being my friend,
I learned to believe my sorrow.
When “the thought” persists, I no longer pretend
that it all will pass by tomorrow.
Truth be told, it’s not going away.
It is what it is, despite what they say.
And it can’t be changed by a pill nor a blade,
nor the empty fads our society made.
I also learned that the days in between
can be precious enough to treasure within
the empty space in my broken heart.
So I made a promise to allow my mind
to be sad on the days it wants to be sad,
just like that, without fighting.
it allowed me to put down the blade,
and things became easier, slightly.
When my mind had stopped being my friend
I didn’t really have to fight it.
Not friends, not enemies, we still coexist.
No trust, no pretence — just, one and another.
It is what it is, it’s not going away,
but we no longer harm each other.
to Liam, because some strangers can feel closer than family