I will not fear death
When death here comes for me
For death is the release
And Death is heavens key
A good death is ideal
Quiet and at peace
But any death will do...
At least for me.

Death is near even when death is far
Never more than a raven away
At any time waiting, night or day
Despite whether or not you feel safe
You are but one bad decision
Away from destruction
Not But a moment from oblivion
Which is always at hand
if you want it or need it to be

So do not fear death
for death fears not you
Await it with patience
Without anxiety
Forgive it's intrusion
And rest
Peacefully

You are the happy friend.
You seek compliments but you don’t believe them.
You can’t be the messed up friend because they have it worse.
You can’t compare because they won’t see it as bad as it is.
You are the happy friend.
You are the funny friend.
You are the safe friend.
You let them vent, you let them share.
You take the burden so they don’t have to. You carry their weight-
adding to yours.
You don’t let them see.
They check in with you but you know you can’t say anything.
You can’t trust them with your feelings. They don’t need more on their plate.
They can’t handle it, but you can.
You can’t be delicate.
You can’t be hurt.
You are unbothered.
Because you are the happy friend.

Will your world finally return to you,
once you cry out into an empty space loud enough?

Will you allow the frayed threads of your voice
not to be drowned out by the patter of self doubt?

Could its chance to be heard
only exist
in your own terrified silence ? X