I have this friend.

His name isn't important, he hardly even remembers it.

He suffers.

He suffers like I did.

He knows the cold nights that stick their icicle fingers into your thoughts.

He knows the days of bleak nothing.

He now knows what I've been through.

Last night he called me.

Told me he couldn't anymore.

That he had nothing left.

And it's true. He didn't.

But I told him.

"I've been there before."

"I've felt the temptation."

What he doesn't know.

Is that I didn't have someone like me.

Someone to say no.

So my brain told me yes.

Until I spat out the pills.

And let my heart take over my mind.

But he doesn't believe me.

So he goes back into the dark to suffer once more.