It’s not easy to
Describe the thoughts.
The way they link
And the way they talk.

Distant,
Yet at the very edge.
Close,
To wishing I was dead.

My laughs are empty,
My mind is hollow.
Every smile I can muster,
Is filled with sorrow.

A dark place so bright,
So clear.
I hold so much so closely,
Yet I wish I wasn’t here.

Those friends of mine,
Oh how they try to help.
Yet after everything they give,
I want to end myself.

So close to the bottom,
I’ve never fell.
My life so joyful,
Yet I’d rather be in hell.

The thoughts in my head.
How I wish they would end,
But they won’t.

They’re not that kind.

These confessions of my best friend.
These confessions of my mind...