We All Need Help Sometimes

Last year I sat upon my bed, staring at the ceiling.
It was one of those nights where I was mad at everything,
but where the anger came from is unknown to me.

I felt a thousand different emotions pulling at me,
maybe that's why I punched my pillow with tear stained cheeks.
I don't know, but I do know this.

At that very moment a picture of a long lost friend came to mind.
Maybe imaginary, maybe real, all I know is that he use to talk to me and help me when no one else would even look at me.

And that night he stood by my bed and rubbed my shoulder,
telling me everything would be okay.
I remember asking him what was wrong with me and where he'd been all these years.
He told me that I wasn't the only one who needed help sometimes, as if that explained it all.

I didn't understand but I questioned no more as he sang a soft song
helping me drift off to sleep.
I knew that when I closed my eyes I wouldn't see his beautiful face,
his soft blue eyes, or his angel wings again for a long time.
I tried to keep my eyes open but his smooth voice drew the anger from me and replaced it with a calm need for rest.

As the back of my lids replaced his angelic face I wanted to cry,
but I had no more tears so I drifted off with the sound of his sweet song.

I could tell you that I awoke the next day,
cheerful and ready to take on the world,
but that would be a lie, and he doesn't like liars.
The next day I awoke and found my room empty, just as I expected.
Instead of being filled with ease I felt more broken,
as if I had lost a part of me that I needed.

Ever since that night I've been waiting for it to be my turn to be helped again.
It seems as if that day will never come.