((Inspired partially by a one shot that kawaii-potatoes did a while back. I had my own little poem, so I thought it'd be interesting if I shared it... It does get kinda sad tho... So, be warned... Like, really sad. If suicide is a trigger for you, I wouldn't read this. Also I'm typing this on an apple macandtosh so... Yeah. Sorry for any spelling mistakes.))

I have a best friend,

He follows me around.

Always there for me, when I feel down.

Loves me like a brother, knows me like no other.

Even when I don't want him around,

he never leaves.

He's a blanket of thorns, brought me down to my knees.

I have a best friend, he follows me through town.

He puts his scorching hand over my mouth, so I don't make a sound,

I'm really really scared, I don't want him around!

I have a best friend, who is always watching me.

Keeping me silent, so you can't hear my cries and pleas.

He may act nice, but it's just an act.

Always abusing me.

But somehow, seeing your smile keeps me intact.

I have a best friend, and I just told you about him...

You hug me tight, for just a moment I don't feel so grim.

You hum to me like a mother,

you care for me like no other.

Even when my best friend is there.

He's lashing out at me more now, and I'm really, really scared.

But not as much as I'm afraid to tell you,

if I ever dared.

I don't know his name, where he lives, anything about him,

but he seems to know all about me.

Following me obsessively.

Oh how selfish can I be...

But I see a door, I want to be free!

Relief from this pain, this regret!

Even if I have to leave you... Give you to that retch.

I am standing on top of a building now, staring strait down.

My kingdom awaits,

where I can forget all my mistakes

100 stories below.

"NO!"

I turn and see, you standing right there, in front of me.

"Do it!" My best friend sneers,

"she doesn't care about you, just leave here here!"

I fall to my knees,

it's hard to breathe.

One thing is certain though, you run up to me, and hug me close.

You tell me that you love me,

and blame yourself for for what he, has done to me.

You lead me down carefully, snapped me out of this elfish frenzy.

And as we lay on the hammock, cuddling and crying.

I'm most certainly glad, I won't be dying.

Months have passed,

and my best friend has gone away.

But I fear that he'll come back here one day.

I have a best friend named depression, but you helped me chase him away.

Now I can stop worrying about tomorrow, just today.