When in dire need to share your life's fear
with a human friend willing to hear
such woeful words of despair


Pity it is to end up all alone
when all you want in that deadly silence
is just a beep of the cell phone


At that very moment
when you see your life confined within your own fence
Let not the thought of friends make you tense

a piece of paper is all but willing to feed
on your heart's bleeding

This secret's keeper
will not to a single soul whisper
of your life's falling season

Tell me if it's not better to write it down
than to share it with a human
who is bound to find humor
in all your days of false rumour .