Pain

My best friend has come back to me yet again.

It is a sadness I get addicted to.

A thing such as a hobby can never compare.

It speaks to me out loud like a crow.

Out in the void of nothing, its always there.

It always finds you.

Especially when your lost.

My best friend is back again.

I look up and down and all I see is red.

It fades away, such as the screams.

Good thing your always with me.