so, bill talks
to me at night.
he asks me things- we take walks,
and every once and a while, we fight.
it's not like i cant take it-
he's my bestest friend.
he'll be there with me
until the very end.

my friend bill,
he keeps me from harm
he tells me who to like
and who to run away from.
i'd be lost without him-
you want to know what he says?
sometimes, when i say he's silly,
this is his reply:
well, perhaps i'm a bit cooky
but i'm your best friend
and just look at me and listen,
those other people- they're just passing trends.

what would i do without bill?
there are so many important things he can say-
like, to stay away from those pills-
just stay away.
if i want him around forever,
he says i have to stay clean.
because, otherwise-
id start to see him as a dream-
and i wouldnt believe him anymore.
see, look at him-
what are good friends for?

he says the men in white coats-
he knows those guys.
"they'll shove drugs down your throat
and fill you full of lies.
they're no good to me-
and that means they're bad for you, too."

oh bill, you're my bestest friend
but mommy says, i have to grow up
and leave you behind.
i dont want to. oh bill, i dont want to.

she called you imaginary.
i told her you were just invisible and mute
she said something like "oh honey,
that's a load of bullshoot!"
she made me cry.

bill, i have to go.
i'll find you one day soon.

01/21/2003

Author's Note: i'm struggling to write anything.

Posted on 01/22/2003
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