Darkness consumes me
As I continue to fall
My mind slipping into old habits
This world is more than cruel
I have help continuously offered
But when I need it most, it's gone
When it comes to actually being there
To you I'm just another John
Someone who fades in the background
I'm not seen in your near future
So why not just be polite for now?
Is this how to adult or be mature?
I get I'm noone special
I am exactly like the rest
But if you can't handle me at my worst
What makes you think you'll see my best?
I get it I do, I promise
I am not the only one with issues
Laying in the dark days on end
Continuously using all the tissues
Your having a hard time
Your dealing with things too
I will always take your problems on
Because its what good friends do
They stand by your side
Pick you up when you fall down
Laugh and cry with and at you
And try to get rid of your frown
I wish you were here to help me now
As the darkness seeps back in
To pull the bottles away
Tell me to put away the gin
However as per usual,
Unless its all about you
Into thin air you've dissapeared
Leaving me alone to give in
Tonight I will prove you wrong
Before I cut all our ties
I may be struggling right this moment
But its what I needed to realise
You arent a true friend at all
I can do this without your help
I've got real friends on P & Q
They'll coax me through if I was to yelp.
So goodbye to a crappy friendship
Goodbye to a wasteless chat
I'd much rather sit and talk
And share secrets with my cat
I have to be honest, this was not an easy read. In truth it made me rather upset, and yet I could not leave it alone.
Some would argue over the length of the poem but I feel it was necessary to convey the full story. Because it is a story in its own right.
This is such a powerful poem it is impossible not to like it and it's impossible not to sit there when reading and think oh my god!
The construction of the poem is fantastic although I suspect emotion took over in certain places and I feel that this makes it all the more special and personal. It is raw and it is most definitely cutting.
If the words of another can stir an emotion then it's truly poetry.