The hand that is pain seems to have strangled my emotions a bit.
At times gasping for air, I fall back inside of me and can reflect.
kind of deaths
kind of scrapes
kind of love
kind of rapes
kind of fights
kind of hate
Those so many things that had happened on so many kind of evenings
I never thought I would make it to day break and am lucky to still be
breathing.
Never tell anyone.
with my heart everywhere, I think I know how you feel.
As long as it is the real person you are showing.
kind of let down
kind of sad
kind of bored
kind of mad
I want to see you through your evenings, days, and mornings.
I have been there, even if other fools past said they cared.
I am here listening.
Never tell anyone.