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Jan 2014
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.
hannie
Written by
hannie  germany
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