How I Slipped, and How You Caught Me

Any acquaintance and both of my brethren. Quietly clasping palm in palm, pleading and begging please be forgiving but failing to see life isn’t like that, it's thoughtless, irrational, thriving in chaos, killing me slowly, faster, quickly.

Jumbled, disjointed disappointment of my room or my head or my life, I have no clue where to head, no lover to wed, not even my own home do I own to sit in and moan and weep over the bathtub till it's filled deep, to drown my sorrows in something less sinister than liquor, spiraling into steep depression with an impression upon me of a world of calamity.

Now I come scratching, clawing, screaming, scraping, hoping just for someone to end this suffering of which I'm in, please let me out my time is up in this blasted black spiral of sodden thought, I drink to forget that which hurts and in doing so only forget what's the source of the pain, I've dug myself in, my own den in which to pen the final note of this forsaken life of mine.

But what would be the point in that. If there's no good there's no bad, there's not anything in fact, and I can't care about nothing, and without care, sadness pain and torment mean nothing, for feelings are mute, so I shall simply forgo my sorrows let go of my pain, and simply do… nothing.

But then I met you

And you made me care again

You're my strength, to smile

You aren't just a friend

Yet neither are you more than

You make the bad manageable

Hello, and thank you

To this world and mine lifeline

I’ll never let you suffer alone