Grasp

As I fall from my graceful pedestal
I grasp for you on my way down
The endless fall to insanity
I hope to grab your hand
I open my eyes
Yur face no longer there,
I search for another lover
To take your place
But it feels like my heart is bleeding
And the sane is gone.
Lost in a depressive state.
I find him
You.
The Boy.
No. not a lover.
But a true friend.