My Unseen Friend, a poem

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If I stayed up late
and waited for your call
and drank myself warm cups of tea to wash away the chill
If I set you out a cup
and left a cube of sugar
and sung until my heart hurt and lungs began to burst
I doubt it'd be enough for you,
If I lit you candles
and tried to summon you
and wished you wash away my pain
I doubt it'd be enough for you,
and what if I told you that I wished you'd decapitate me
and make residence inside my head
would you keep me company and fight away the dread?
and what if I told you I can feel the cage of my ribs,
begin to rattle
because of my un-open window
would you rip apart my skin and rest inside my chest
would you keep my company and wash away the rest
and what if I told you that I can feel my knees begin to shake,
because they have not moved in days
would you squeeze yourself between the muscle and hide between the bone
would you keep me company while I am home alone?
and if my arms do fail and my feet do kick would you wish me good day
and leave and that’s it?
and if I couldn't write and I couldn't breathe would this be enough for you to revive me?
will you, will you please sit inside my head and talk to me?
Keep me from doing all those vile things I beg for
Be my better.
If I told you my sanity maybe loosing and that play time is calling,
would you comfort me?
If I told you that I wish to dress up and move with a cup of tea,
would you dance with me?
If I told you my clothes are dust and I wish to make new ones,
would you help me?
If I told you that late at night my body stirs and my skin aches,
would you hold me?
And if I told you I needed a friend,
would you come and rescue me?