Hi buddy. If I lose my battle with my mental health anytime in the general future I just want you to know that I love you more than anything in my life. I can feel myself losing this battle but you are a god send.

there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.

It's so much easier               .
                .
                                           .                To cry out
          To let go
.
                                             to drown in whatever has us
        
     to willingly let it end         .
.                      .    
                                  ­              
                   this is were the hopeful part comes in   .

.
     but I can't seem to
  
                                             Come up with anything

I see the clouds above me,
They're floating in the sky,
I wonder what they see,
And wonder why they cry.

I listen to the fire,
While sitting in its glow,
Not a thing does it require,
But wood for it to grow.

Gently does the breeze,
Whisper to my skin,
I wander if the trees,
Mind about the wind.

I will not shut my eyes,
Wont miss one part of this,
The sun is giving the skies,
A loving goodnight kiss.