You're quiet
And you're brave
And it's hard to see your suffering
Until you look very closely
You hide it
Under jokes
And silence
Blocking anyone and everyone
Not making friends
Only making "friends"--
You're preparing.
You're preparing to not be missed
Well I'm here to tell you
I'd miss you.
I'd fucking miss you.
I've looked closely
I've tried and tried
To get you to let me in
Knocked and knocked for days
Each time, you lock the doors tighter
All I want
Is to know you
Is to help you
Because things get heavy
And we weren't made
To carry a life's worth of burdens
On our small shoulders.
We were made
To share our burdens
To need help
I don't want for you
To suffer alone.
I want for you
To share your weight
Your burdens
With someone else
To find a friend
Someone that will miss you an awful lot
That you trust
And let them help you.
I can say from experience
That lifting a few pounds
Of the weight from your shoulders
Can make you feel like you're flying
You should try it sometime.
