O Stranger
come talk to me.
I sit by the fence on a midnight park
trying to chew words I desperately want to speak.
There's no one to listen,
There's no one to tell,
No one to read to
the hundred and one pages
of my twenty one year old story.
I feel all alone,
empty and hopeless.
I am extremely scared,
shivering like a naked child.
The silence is haunting.
This pitch black darkness
endeavors to **** me
inside.
I hold my cellphone,
staring at an empty contact list.
A long, ready and typed txt message
with no recipient in mind.
All it says, "I need you."
My teary eyes are calling for another soul,
Please, I beg. Anyone,
come find me.
I rub my eyes, wiping the dry tears.
With everything a fading blur,
Beneath a faint shadow, I see a girl.
She's crying across the bench to me.
On her own, she sits shaking and solitary.
What is her tale? I need to know.
Now I feel sadder, than I was
before.
Maybe we can share our pain.
Maybe we can help forget.
Maybe we can stay up together, all night.
Maybe, from this painful world,
Maybe, together,
Maybe, we can escape.
But still, I'm afraid to call out.
I don't even know what name to yell.
Mentally, I say this to whoever she is
"I'll keep sitting here across to you,
And hope you're not as reluctant
as this desperate, sad boy."
I'll be here the whole night.
If you look up once,
and see me crying too..
Please
**O Stranger
I'd like to talk to you