I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

Thank God for solid friends. I was running on empty. I had nothing left in the tank. Laying in bed, pillow cases soaked Contemplating. Life. Death. What’s it all for? ...I was in it. Thick. The rain slamming on my window matched the rain streaming from my eyes. Maria. Why you? THICK. I miss her so much. My heart hurts. Crawled up in the corner of my bed. Head buried in my pillows, in and out of consciousness. Praying for the day to end. It’s 2:42. I’ve already slept half the day away after a semi productive morning. Sometimes it just hits. It’s debilitating. And today it got me.. again. But this time, my brother from another was there to save the day. I hear a scratching at my door that raises my attention. At first I think it’s my nephew and slight embarrassment comes over me because how dare I let him see me like this. Defeated. But it’s not him, Is Erik. Tears continue to pour down my face, He felt the situation was dire And came to the rescue Thank god he did. He saved my life. My brother forever. That’s love.