There's always that pain that you feel for yourself,
And I know it hurts a lot, just leaving you depressed,
I've seen a lot of those happening to everybody else,
And it's a different kind of pain when you don't know how to help.
'Cause it's one thing being it,
It's another thing seeing it.
People say look on the bright side, but nobody believes in it.
All these feelings you can't bear,
And I want to show I care,
But I don't know how to do that when I've never been there.
I say,
"I feel your pain."
But you're right, the truth remains.
You've been through a storm,
Outside of the norm,
All these jeers and whispers leaving you broken and torn.
I wish I could just lend you a hand,
All the tears that you shed, and I still can't understand,
It makes me beat myself up, not knowing how to act,
How can I possibly help with the experience I lack?
Everything you've been through, all the things you share,
Wish I could say it's okay and that life's not always fair,
But who am I kidding? I've never been there,
I said I'll try to fix it, but there's no way to repair.
And I hope,
I hope you can forgive me,
You're right, I won't understand unless my mind was in your body.
But if you ever need a shoulder, you can always have mine,
I can't fix everything, but I'll make sure you're fine.
—
(Best if spoken.)
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The Silence of My World
PoésieA collection of poems conjured by an amateur writer. A compilation that reflects the writer's thoughts, muses, feelings, and some was spun fictionally. A miscellany of randomness, with a deep meaning, or just a vent poured out of a pained and tortur...
