sometimes it engulfed me,
sometimes I lost myself,
but it was my best friend.

sometimes I looked in the mirror,
and it was all I saw,
I wished to sleep in comfort,
but I could never escape its claws.

it followed me when I was happy
it was my shadow when I was sad,
sometimes it hurt me,
but seldom was I mad.
all I dreamt of now
was me at the end of a gun.

but maybe it wasn't a dream,
maybe it was all real,
because I felt dead inside,
not knowing how to feel.

I loved it, my best friend,
with all I could feel,
my blood dripped for it,
but it could never love me.