confidence friend

Alone again.
Scared of this moments.
No control.
Would you have control?
Depressions coming.
So panic does.
Panic of life
Doubts rise again
The mask crumbles away
The mask that you wear all the time
Crushing your heart
No more breathe.
Just desolation
The is noone to love anymore.
No friends.
But the is one fiend.
An old confidence friend
It's like trance.
The thought of this friend
I close my eyes
This friend kissing my arms
So warm and soft
Like a velvet touch
No more pain
No sorrow
But when I open my eyes
I see just the red line on my hand
Despising myself
For every more cut.

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