My friends have issues,
So I help and provide tissues,
My only problem,
Is I'm the only one who will or can solve them,
Helping them is fine,
But why when they require help they look for mine,
I need help too,
But all I'm worried about, is you,
I worry about others more,
Even though some, just shut the door,
Some just shut the door on me,
Some leave it open for the world to see,
Some actually care,
Like I'm not the only one who has to share,
He entered and everything changed,
My mind rearranged,
Whoever left, left without me getting pained,
However left me stained,
But he was there to help so I'd wait,
He walked in through the gate,
The gate to my trust,
I have nothing else to rust,
Doors to my heart are broken,
Whereas the gate to my trust to my trust has just woken
