You.
You who say
You are my friend.
You see right through me.
What I'm trying to hide
This pain
That gnaws at me
Day and night
The gray hand of
Death
Pulling me into
The swirling
Darkness below.
They know it.
So do I.
And yet...
They watch quietly.
Standing,
Seeing me die.
Screaming for mercy.
For love.
For help.
Cold, uncaring.
Why?
What have they become?
What have I?
Retreating into the shadows,
I am abandoned.
I look back,
And see myself.
The lies.
The tears
That I've caused.