Alone.
Frightened.
Cold.
Bleeding.
He sits alone,
against a sharp corner.
Trapped.
Baracaded by walls,
too high to climb.
Silently,
he screams for help.
His lungs bleed,
he will never die.
When help arrives,
his fear tells him that it's fake.
As she pleads,
he backs away,
and sinks deeper into the darkness.
"Please! I can help you!"
He still backs away.
As she sits,
against the same tall walls.
She pleads for help,
only a different kind.
She pleads while he cries,
and their pain,
is forever exchanged.
In a never ending circle,
they will never know.
If only they knew,
that their pain...
could heal each others wounds.
But darkness, will forever shroud them,
until the light shines upon them.
Author notes
I threw in the last stanza just to kinda round it off. I have a friend who is very hurt right now and I can understand. He won't let me get close enough to help him. He's gone through what i'm going through and I've gone through what he's going through and we could help each other but we can't get close enough to allow ourselves to open up.
Honestly, What did you think? No candy coating please.
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"You Were Drawing Lines ... But I was Trying to Stop The War."
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i like this jess. its very deep.
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