Am I selfish for telling someone when you needed help?
Am I stupid for not telling someone sooner?
Have I betrayed your trust?
Do you hate me?
You know I just wanted to help, right?
You know I care about you, right?
Am I a coward for not saying this to your face?
Am I weak for not being able to help you get through it?
Am I strong enough to come back from this?
Can I convince you it's all going to be okay?
Will you forgive me?
Will you?

The squirrel sits at my doorstep,
Begging for my food,
Not afraid of me,
But I’m afraid of it.

How can a tiny creature,
Something this small,
Make me scared for my life,
As it stares into my soul.

Even as I try to close the door,
It won't let me step away,
Even if I want to go,
It won't let me step away.

Stop.
I don’t want to do this.
Help.
I can’t stop.
Please.
Someone close the door.

I need somewhere to vent
Someone to talk too
A platform.
Hello, poetry
I'm frantically typing
I don't know what to do
I'm not okay
She's not okay
How do I make it okay?
I cant
I can
I must be able to do something
I'm not that weak.
No, I'm pathetic.
I don't have enough confidence to even help someone who needs it.
I'm a bad friend.
**** friend.
She doesn't need me
She would be better without me
Everyone would.
What am I saying
I refuse to be suicidal again.
Not happening.
I'm okay.
I'm fine.
She's okay.
She's fine.
Everything is okay.
Everything.
Is.
Fine.