I need to stop this.
This madness...

*this poem is an attempt at a follow-up to another...
Moonlight ripples on the surface...

Find me some answers.
Please...

Thoughts bottled up in my mind,
Nowhere for them to go...

Escape.
Escape from this madness...

I think...
I think I think too much...

Dreams.
Everyone has them...

Friendship.
Something that can be constructive...

Transformation.
Before my eyes you are lost...

Wishing for the rain,
The only thing I want...

Hating you.
Hating me...

Are you really my friend?
Are you really here for me...