it feels almost like a dream i once have
I creep towards the dark room lit with dim red lights,
pushing open the door with one hand
while desperately rubbing blood off another.
I saw you lying there, motionless,
covered in a pool of blood.

It just me
Not being able to handle
I tried to expunge the memory off my mind
But I'm grasping on to guilt as tightly as I can.

Unable to eradicate these feelings.
Honestly, rather, it's not wanting to.
I might become, less humane.

Importance,
still as important.
A little distance but still as important.

I've been alone
Just me and myself.
Sometimes I feel lonely
But ironically, I'm used to this personal space.
I'm being selfish you'd say.
And I'll admit I am.
Don't you agree that close proximity
always bring about repelling forces?

I'm lifted, by many other hands
with much love and tender care.
So much so that
it's easy enough to remain selfish and forget

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't say anything more.
Anything more only makes me look more superficial.

Labels: emotional, friends