A Letter To My Friends

A Letter to My Friends I love you all Always there for me Through it all But if only you all knew what was happening to me now If only you could feel what I feel You know what I want Every one of you knows what I want I want you, you, you, and you That’s all But everyone is so far away Physically and Emotionally Who do I go to now? Who do I have? Myself? No never My emotions are killing me Slowly They have gotten hold of the torturer’s tools Oh how I admire them Every tool with its own purpose The knife to peel away my skin The blow torch to burn my wounds shut The sledgehammer to break my bones The mirror in front of me so I can see the torture taking place The drill Oh the drill When awake or asleep they drill through my head to get into my mind The terrible things I see Every Day They offer me a way out My emotions hand me a belt They offer to drive my car They ask me to take up shooting They love to whisper in my ear “Everything can go way” “You can have sweet relief” “The stress and pain, just gone” Tempting Very tempting I cry into my pillow once it is all over Screaming out into an empty void Asking strangers for help They just run away So I write a letter to my friends I need help Yours Truly, G