Suicidal thoughts

Welcome back my old friend. I can feel you’re still the same. I guess some things never change. You are always so exhausting. I wish for the day you never return. You wish for the day I give in. The music calms the thoughts of you, but you destroy any desire to dance. Wallowing in broken glass. Bleeding nothing at all,. You leave a cloak draped over me. I’m tired, so tired. Goodbye again my old friend.