My friend

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by bert_mccrying

by bert_mccrying

Well, aren't we all satisfied?
It's all ours, just look around:
Empty words, numbly touching hands.
This race feels like it never ends.

And if you try to exist, they'll judge you.
Nobody asks what you have gone through
And what you are looking for: a place to call home,
Far from here, the shadows won't leave you alone.

No matter how far you throw the key,
You can break it and throw it in the sea,
No matter how hard you try to hide it,
They will find it.
They open the door and haunt you til you go crazy.
The room you are in starts to look hazy.

"You seem tired" it's your mind: the voices,
The nonsense, the dark, the scary noises.
"I am tired" it's your soul: you're scared,
You're numb, left alone, but well-prepared.

Now it's you with all we have now
And all we think is treasure anyhow.
Just worthless tools.
What we got? Strict rules.

This book says "how to be happy",
Those eyes say "I want you to help me".
Read books and study humans but
You will never understand a broken heart.

Now look around twice.
Are we satisfied?
We built it up, are you pleased?
All we destroyed and all we seized.

The noises, the nonsense, the dark, the shadows,
The numbness, the key, the life we did not choose.
You never meant to live like this, I know.
You ask the question "What do I do now?"

All the tears in your eyes had been signs
Before you did what you felt alright.
Last empty word and numb touch.
That was when you fell down on the couch.

"Such a good person, I feel bad."
"God won't give back what we had."
"Didn't deserve this, what a pure soul."
They are late, they never tried to pull you out of the hole.

I ask you again: are WE satisfied?
We build up worlds among lies.
And here we are, we are late,
Lost all sense, lost all faith.

Now it's you with all we have and all we have is you,
The one whose mind is colourful, beautiful and true.
The one who I would never let fade away,
I care about what you think, what you say
Because you are art.
A pure heart.
The worthless junk others call a treasure
Is just a wall that puts all the pressure
On you,
On me.
And even if it's invisible for you: you shine

Because this is you and all I have
The one treasure that makes me glad.

And I am thankful.