I must .
It's hard, but I must.
I must for others,
for myself, for a friend.
I need to stop this,
it has to end.
I'm tearing, I'm scratching,
I burn and I bleed.
I really should stop.
Not I "should" but I "need."
This friend matters more,
So much more than you’d think
When I need him the most,
He’d be there in a blink.
Our friendship should be
Not with blood,
Not just ink.
Our friendship is kept
In our souls.
It’s our link.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
I must .
It's hard, but I must.
I must for others,
for myself, for a friend.
I need to stop this,
it has to end.
I'm tearing, I'm scratching,
I burn and I bleed.
I really should stop.
Not I "should" but I "need."
This friend matters more,
So much more than you’d think
When I need him the most,
He’d be there in a blink.
Our friendship should be
Not with blood,
Not just ink.
Our friendship is kept
In our souls.
It’s our link.
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