Untitled 2 Poem by Zog Gascoigne

It's weird to think of my friends,

They know, but they don't know, they don't understand,

They've heard of the worst times, or seen a lull during the worst times, but they've never experienced the worst full on,

They don't know what goes on in my head (no one knows that) ,

I wish I knew someone who knew, who understood,

Someone to whom I could say "this thing is a problem" and they'd know the thing and understand the problem, they'd help,

Rather than offering well meaning but unhelpful advice ("move out" "live your life") ,

I wish I knew someone who understood (I wish I understood)