We talk, and talk, and talk, and talk
Everyday we make sure to keep in contact.
Then one day we skip the chatter.
It’s nothing strange,
I must have been busy.
Soon days go by without a text.
Our once constant chatter has seems to have died.
Not too much later I find it hard to say hello.
Avoid you when I spot you from across the room.
But when I finally try to open up,
About the pain, or lack of, I’ve been feeling
You answer with no more than an ‘oh’.
This was a mistake,
Telling you my darkest secret.
What’s left of me starts to shatter.
I was asking too much when I asked for your help.
Not that I expected you to cure this unseen illness.
Maybe I just wanted the comfort of someone willing to fight this with me.
My mind’s a battlefield and I’m scared that I’m losing.
So when I think about suicide,
The only thing I hear is ‘oh’.