A year circles fast, she said
But I'm at the bottom of the barrel *now*
You don't have to be my friend, she said
Except I do and that's her terror
There's only so much I can take, I said
She squeezed my hand expecting me to stay
Express it over and over but she refuses to see
No one can fix this mess, not even me.
I am dancing, careening toward her abyss
I have just one question, friend
Sometimes it's hard to tell
Do you think it's worth it to be the cause of this?
Your secret little hell.