He tells me:

I don't like this world

I want it

to go away.

I want

the pain to end

He doesn't see

who he touches around him

Who he makes smile.

Who would die

if he did

I want to tell him

that I love him,

but I only say that I care.

What good is caring

if he's no longer there?

Everything dies eventually

but it isn't his time,

nor is it mine

I have to help him

I have to save him

before his life

fades into silence,

and the laugh that I love

ceases to exist

But am I strong enough to help,

if I can't even help myself.

Will he be set adrift

if my efforts fade to mist?