I sit at the edge of my bed and look down
I look up an see my face in the mirror
I see the face of a sad man, a crying man
I manage through the days as they come
I pleasure myself with short term things
I block out my true feelings
I hold back my tears
I pray that I can be helped, saved, loved
I tell this to people I’ve talked to for so long but still don’t know
I sit here sad and lonely, wishing, wanting to feel real love
I pour out my emotions on a keyboard and screen
I hope that they will be seen
But what will they do when they see it
Will they feel my pain
Or feel sympathy
I don’t know what I’m doing
Or where I’m going
All I know is that I’m here and you’re there and no one can help me anywhere.