it’s cliched. but sometimes cliches work. they are repeated so many times they become cliches but it’s only because they express things the best.

i feel your pain. i care. i want to be there for you. i will be there for you. i’ll always be here if you need help. it’s difficult. and it’s sickening to be endlessly told this crap from people you wish would stop hanging around and giving you sympathy. but we care. we honestly do.

sometimes it doesn’t matter whether it’s a friend a classmate or an acquaintance. the bottom line is they genuinely do wish they could help.

if you ever need us, we’re just a phonecall away.

For you :: my friend gave me the poem when my brother passed away
if i die, survive me with such sheer force
that you waken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth.
i don’t want your laughter or your steps to waver,
i don’t want my heritage of joy to die.
don’t call up my person, i am absent
live in my absence as if in a house.
absence is a house so vast
that inside you will pass through its walls
and hang pictures on the air
absence is a house so transparent
that i, lifeless, will see you, living,
and if you suffer, my love, i will die again.