Cold Hands, Cold Heart

I look, I see.

Everytime I look, I see.

I see the broken heart behind her smile.

I see the wounded soul behind his laughs.

I see it all.

I know how broken you are.

I have a shoulder you can cry on.

Talk about it to me.

I will see.

I will be here for you.

Won't tell,
Won't judge,
Wouldn't leave.

I was born a listener.

And I will always start with,

Are you sad?
In the depths of your mind.
In the deepest part of your heart,
are you sad?

You will tell me your story.
I will help you through.

I will tell you and make you realize how strong you are.

I will drill it into your head and tell you;

You are strong.
Why?
Because you did fall but you rose again.

I will comfort you.
I will help you through.

Because I know.

God, I know.

How it feels to be alone and have no one to listen.

To be in that empty space.

The silence suffocating.

The emptiness poison to me.

The lonliness consuming.

Until slowly,
  I lose myself.