Death, as a Friend
I forgive you, Mental Illness.
Because we have come a long way.
We found each other in the darkness
And became in sync
There was no me without you and no you without me
My best friend
I forgive you for existing.
You are my life.
You define me.
You were the first to ever speak.
You held my hand so softly,
On nights when I knew that I could not properly tighten the knots on the noose
Around my neck
You stood beside me as my legs dangled over the water by the ledge
On Ann Arbor Trail
GOD was around, somewhere
But I could not hear him.
It was just me and you.
You always told me to go to sleep when I was feeling
lonely and blue.
But then, I broke your trust
I abandoned our love.
And then, I woke up
I woke up
R.K.B. is an award winning self-published Author, Poet and Entrepreneur from Detroit, Michigan.
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