Sometimes I get tired
of holding everyone's hand
and helping them get through it.
I know it's common courtesy
to listen to everyone and
usually I don't mind it,
I actually enjoy aiding others
with their daily life.
But some days
my friend will run over to me
slipping on the wet grass
and they'll spill all about
how horrible their day has been,
I'll feel the need to smack them
and yell, "Get over it!"
I know I'd never do that
but after hearing her complaints
thirty days in a row, it gets old.
Sometimes I just want
someone to hug me and
let me know that my little slip up
isn't the end of the world.
Of course I already know that
but to have someone just embrace me
and chase away my deadly thoughts
seems like a daydream away.
All I need is a little comfort
and I know it can get hard to come by
but I know it's the medicine I need
to cure my fatal disease.
