I’ve got nothing to say.
For I am alone, inexperienced; I know nothing.
I know nothing of your troubles; yet I can’t help myself but to weep.
I can’t help myself but to scream.
Even as the poison lingers in your blood I wail, but to no avail.
If only you could throw your problems away.
I would take them freely.
Carry them on my shoulders, even if I’d break.
Your words pierce my heart.
Your experience to horror embrace me so tight.  
Even though I am not the same as you.
I know…
I know the truth.
You may do with your life as you wish.
I’ve got nothing more to say.
Only…


I wish you could stay.