Alone in Reality {{26.2.2009}}

I sit alone in my

Room

Not really alone

But it's not really my room

Friends with suicidal

Thoughts

Come to me

Because

I think about their problems

On more than just

A level of personal feelings

I beg,                I plea,

Fortunately they listen to me

For now they're here with me

But, I don't really beg, plea,

Cry, or fall to my knees

I simply tell them what they want to hear

But, I fear

One day i won't be ther

To lie

To them. To help them. To shove the

Truth down their

Eager throats, when they they can handle it,

And need it the most...