A Friend
I am staring down the dark, ominous trench
If I were to jump here, now
Would anyone miss me?
With all that I have done?
Yes, he would
He, who had done so much for me,
He who helped me overcome fears as deep as this trench,
He who philosophized the many intricacies of appreciating life,
He who taught me how to be kind when there’s neither rhyme nor reason to do so,
He who showed me that everything isn’t black and white
He who turned the pessimist into an optimist
He who made my world crumble, only to have it rebuilt
Only if, I could change those words long ago
The ones that were carved into stone
I might not be here
Alone
Yet I write this not out of my own spite of self
But in memory
Of a friend
That I hope he hears this
As my madness overtakes me
I am sorry