Lost with a friend

Lost in this world,
with nothing to hide,
this is not what you can find,
across this thin line,
would i be denied,
if i asked you to be mine.
would all you do is ask me why,
i still hear the voices,
from above the untold crys,
falling in love was all that flew above,
to the place,
where i couldn't stay,
i lay there thinking everyday,
why am i still here?
what do i need to do in this life,
that i still cant use a knife,
for my untold wretched lie,
that is called my soul light,
i start to hurt so cold,
of the pains i get,
it always comes in a hit,
killing me every single time,
so please can i ask you to be mine,
before i start to die.

**this is to my friend Chris...an i miss him alot....Please rate..**