A small room
that is dark,
full of silence
that hurts so bad.
A playlist of music
that goes on and on
trying to stop the overthinking
of all those harmful thoughts.
A pillowcase
that is wet.
A terrible feeling
that it's not fear.
Is sadness
or anger
for not comprehend
all that is going on in their heads.
For all those souls in need,
all those people,
who cry themselves to sleep:
I am sorry for you,
for not understanding
what you're going through.
You are sorry for me
because you think I can't help,
but believe me when I say
I will do all I can.
It's okay If you can't explain
or don't want to talk...
I just need you to know that:
I do care!
and that's why:
I will always stand by your side.
I promise!
Always,
no matter what.
