I get it now.
I say to myself last night.
I understand what you are doing.
I understand the sorrow.
I have been there is all I can say.
To feel the worthlessness.
The need to escape from everything tauting.
I understand it all.
In other words..
I get it now
You tell me it's not possible.
But you know it is.
You know I was like you.
Not many years ago.
Obviously before I met you.
But it's hard to think about is all.
To think you tried to hang yourself.
That your mom cut you down.
I can picture it.
I can see the funeral.
Where would I sit?
How could I ever accept that this is it?
I drive myself insane.
Shake my head.
Decide it is time.
You and I are going to make the most of our friendship.
Coffee, walks, movies.. whatever.
Because if the last memory wasn't pleasant.
I looked at you and got lost in your eyes.
Next thing his hand is on me and I've lost money.
I had to walk away.
But with you I wanted to stay.
So this needs to be fixed.
Because I could never forget you "Rocky".
Or your beautiful eyes.
