Pal

Believe.

My words crack, cause am bruised.

Don’t want it to happen again.
Please I won’t be able to handle.

My flesh is torn off.

Stop.

You got lots of things to know about me.

That me which you haven’t yet discovered.

I miss your selfishness, really on to my nerves.

Dark never leaves me asleep now.

My eyes are wet indeed, with tears of lonesomeness.

Hope builds up and falls brutishly.

Don’t run away.

Am your chum, and you, an alter ego of mine.