The Friend

Once I thought there's no point in getting out of bed.

So what if I bled.

I didn't even bother to look in the mirror.

Not going to see my true self any clearer.

I convinced myself that people would move on,

If I were gone.

I would cry and cry for no reason.

Not being able to function has a real beating.

My scars tell stories I wish I could forget.

When people look at them it makes me sweat.

But know there is a reason for getting out of bed.

And not having those terrible thoughts in my head.

I met this amazing person.

That stopped all the hurting.

We will be with each other until the end.

Her names Sophia, and she's my best friend.