You left your door wide open,

so I entered through again.

That's when I read your poems of sadness,

and in them I saw your pain.

The poems you had written ,

touched me to my very soul.

I wished I had known you then,

so that you maybe whole.

You show so much compassion,

you have alot of love to give.

I wish I could be with you right now,

to show you how to live.

As I read your poems of hurt

a tear slid down my face.

How could one so young

be hurt by this human race.

I wept a million tears for you

which I would gladly do again.

Just don't expect me to enter

into your house of pain.