What it feels to be a friend.

I don't know how to cope
As I continue to fall down the slope
Can't afford to mope
I will surely be killed by hope
I'm not sure if I'm living in a delusion
Everything I see must be an illusion
I can't be happy in the world of my version
When Reality hits me in a mega collision
My Words don't make a single sound
To the delirium they're Bound
Brought the sky onto the ground
Yet nowhere they're existence was found
Suddenly I'm spiralling to find sense
When I cry disregarding my lense
I always spoke in future tense
For I believed I can hold to this pretense
The longer I breathe
The more I hate
Not many reasons to be
But some are waiting for me