tears are rolling down his face cold and salty at that place like the pouring rain running down the windowpane
he's got to be quiet since it's night and he can't riot the silence is dangerous the voice in his head's venomous he doesn't scream or shout showing his pain is not allowed
why can't i be there to show him how much i care want to hold him tight support him in this fight want to fix him and make it alright
why can't i be there i wasn't aware let's take away that blade and give first aid let's wipe away the blood and kiss his burning scars take him to places and let him see the beauty of the stars
he's my best friend want him to ascend he's suffering and crying i know well and he keeps denying harming his beautiful skin holding the blade between his fingers, so thin at day he smiles while his heart is frowning at night he feels like drowning
why am i not there?
those nights are evil, those nights are long, i am scared to say something that might be totally wrong but those nights he calls me, those nights he talks, those nights i listen, i forget about clocks.
I wrote this while talking to my best friend from another country who I really adore and love. I can't stand the distance because I can't be there when he needs me. If you read this, I love you, M.