I know his pain. And he knows mine. He is the best friend I will ever have. This sits forefront in my mind, As he spills the essence of his soul, Into the sink below. I look into his eyes, As he begins to cry. Disgust and shame, Written on his face. With words unsaid, I raise my hand to his, and hold it. Just like no one ever had. I tell him "Everything will be alright." But he doesn't listen. He does not want to hear what I have to say. And as much as it kills me... I understand why he turns away.