Thank you my friend,
You came to me when
I was ill.
you Stood next to my bed,
stroked my hair softly.
You kiss my forehead and
prayed for me.
You cried for me
and asked me not to leave.
Not yet at least.
You suggested I had something
to do.
You asked me to come back.
I thank you for thinking of me.
Will anyone come when I fall.
When my time comes,
will anyone notice me missing.
Would anyone call for help for me,
search for me.
My Friend will......
I am like a shadow,
present when the sun shines
and dark when the moon glows.
I lie to myself and tell me
when my time will come but
I am not God, and he will send me
back......
But I thank you for being there next to my
bed, I thank you for being my friend.
I thank you for caring and wondering what
has happened to me when the rest of the world
never even noticed me.
Thank you
my Friend.
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