My friend,

 Hear me, 

Tell me where you wish,

To slit your wrists

I will kiss you there

Tell me. Do you see a noose around your neck

Let your neck rest in my arms

Invite me to your birthday

Sorry for my selfishness 

But I smell tears on mud in my dreams

Tell me are you falling? Have you fallen?

I can not make you the ladder, that you will make yourself.

But I can help you look for wood,

Tell me where to look.