I swear I know you feel me...
Even in my silence,
Your 6th Sense picks up on my electromagnetic waves of ache and woe,
But how?
I haven't uttered a word,
But I guess you can read into all that I hoard,
The buildup of all my tragedies,
The boiling point of my frustrations,
When I claw through life and STILL I'm behind,
And the water rises cutting off my air supply,
I'm suffocating but neither drinks or drugs can suffice,
Mask the failures of all I sacrifice,
But I know you know,
Because everytime I'm down and I feel alone inside,
You stare at me for a long time,
And lay right by my side,
Just before I'm about to cry,
You and your furry friend come by,
Lay on my bed as if to tell me:

Your not alone, so just hang your head your not Dead yet.