What Friends Are For

Teardrops cascading down my face while I wait for your embrace. But nothings there except the monster in this space.
There's no you anymore no one left to keep score, and yet I'm left here holding onto myself, and picking up the pieces of what's left, and placing them one by one on a bare empty shelf.
I cant look in the mirror for fear of what I'll see.
I fear that the monster will be breaking out of me.
Making me a blood thirsty fool...
Hoping and praying my thoughts are erasing.
But I look around and your still no longer.
I'm haunted by you in everything I do.
It wont ever stop no matter how far apart or if I'm with you or not.
Reaching for some kind of game plan, grasping onto thin air.
I look down as rain starts falling mixing in with my tears.
In my sorrows I wished I could disappear.
Feeling the cold hard metal in my hand weighing it down like a travel mug filled with coffee.
This life isn't for me pull the trigger do it.
At the right moment the phone rings.
Its what best friends are for.