Poetry #131

If you
finally feel
like dying.

I'm sorry
I cannot
help you.

But at
least to
keep me
at ease.

For once
let me
be selfish.

If you
feel like
jumping off
a cliff,

let me
be the
ground that
catches you.

If you
feel like
hanging yourself,

let my
arms be
the ropes
that hugs
you tightly.

If you
feel like
drowning in
the sea

let me
be the
water to
be with
you until
your breath
your last.

If you
feel like
just stabbing
yourself and
just bleeding

let me
be the
blade of
the knife

let me
be the
one who
killed you.

And if
you feel
like living
once more,

let us
be friends.

Talk to
me and
I will
let you
my ears.

I will
be there.

I promise.

I'll listen.

I'll hear
your words.

I will
be there.