I have a friend who sticks by me,
But he is not here,
For he does not exist.
He exists in an infinite place,
A place known as my mind.
For no one can live to my standards,
No one can be so true.
Why when I have this idea,
That I can give my all to a person,
Can they not give it back to me?
My friend and I drink tea,
As our ship slowly sinks.
It sinks into the sea of self desire and pity.