Listening to a Story
Listening to a story,
A life of a friend,
It's the opposite of boring,
Stuff said I would keep in.
We have similar trials,
I know we can relate,
But we still walk for miles,
And manage to separate.
I want my story hidden,
For no one else to see,
The stormy waters I've ridden,
When I fall down on my knees.
My tears drip crimson red,
My heart is locked and blackening,
I'm fearful of my own bed,
And I know the devils cackling.
I don't want to give in,
But more so I do,
Sometimes I want it all to end,
But I'm afraid of it to.
My life isn't all that bad,
I've been blessed with opportunity,
But I take it all for granted,
And I surround myself with cruelty.
I know I am a freak,
And I'm very hard to love,
But some friends I manage to keep,
And there's always the Father above.
So, although I may cry,
And lock away my heart,
I still hope one day I can learn to fly,
And stop playing the wrong part.