Ruin a friend before you make them
I don't want to write it down
so that someone else
doesn't have to.
I don't want to give away the coping mechanisms
put in place when the smiles of strangers
remind you how soft your own skin is.
I want you to fight your own drama.
I want you to be sat here now,
writing this after staring at the walls
for three hours, unsure.
I want the simple idea of getting up
and feeding the pain in your stomach
to make your eyes water.
I want you to realize that even
after all the reading in to the human brain
you are far from prepared.
I want this all to happen to you,
in the the hope that I might find
someone to talk to.