My friends.

There’s a ticking only I can hear, there’s a clicking in my brain 

Theres a knot in my throat, not letting me speak , yet it’s causing me no pain 

And the shadows that follow me on the walls won’t seem to leave me alone

But when they go away I’m sad , because their voices are the only friends I’ve ever known 

They whisper to me to tell me jokes and things I shouldn’t know, 

I have to pull myself together in public so my laughter doesn’t show 

My friends are quick to judge and wish to bring suffering and pain

And I hold them back with all my strength in my blood, in my veins 

But sometimes theres a sickening crack behind my eyes when the rage builds within

Then finally peace, silence, when I Let my friends win.