When you tell me
You don't want help
I get scared

I don't know how much longer
You have
Before it's too late

I want so desperately
For you to get the help
You truly need

Because the less you say you need help
The more you really need it

Trust me
I know
And I will do what it takes to keep you safe

Even if that means losing you as a friend

Because not being your friend to keep you alive
Is better than wishing I could have helped
From beside your grave

It's hard to pretend not to be offended
By someone you respect
And love more than anything,
More than the moon,
Telling you that you're bad
At something you know you're amazing at.
I'm sorry it all doesn't rhyme in an AABBCCDDEE
Ballad formation.
I didn't know it made me a bad poet.
To try to make people feel things with what I write.

Do you all think my poetry *****?
Because I don't think I write it for any of you anyways.
Am I sorry for that?

How can everyone expect me
To move on
When I'm not even sure
What happened.
I just know that it was a big deal.
I never process things that could hurt me.