You know it’s hard,
You wish you could understand.
Share the pain, and take away some of the burden.
But you can't, and it hurts to know that.
All you can do is watch,
as it destroys someone form the inside out.
Yet though perhaps not on the same level,
I to understand the pain.
I've seen more death then most know,
then most even care...
3 grandparents, and countless family members and friends.
Too much for a child to understand?
Or just growing up earlier?
Do you feel different?
after witnessing someone’s life taken away?
They disappear like someone blowing out a candle.
All that’s left is the smoky memories that too fade away.
Perhaps I can't understand this level of pain,
Perhaps I shouldn't even try.
Yet I have to, whether they want me to or not.
I must try to help...
You try to hold it all inside,
hold in all the emotion, and all the pain.
Hold in all the feelings that you feel.
It's understandable,
I once did the same...
In fact to this very day I keep in almost everything.
A few lines on a computer screen is the only glimpse in.
Perhaps that’s enough,
but it would be so much better to have someone to tell it too.
Maybe you need to be a rock for family.
Maybe you need to comfort those who need you so close.
But there are others that can be your rock,
who can help you get by?
Perhaps a good friend is not the best choice,
but it’s a start, is it not?
When you bottle it inside,
all the pressure builds up,
and it will explode.
Most often in a fury of hate...
If it were not for these words right now,
I would have suffered that fate,
though for those who do not write,
do need something other to alleviate the pain.
And if anyone does need that,
I can say I would always be there for that.
Although personally I'd say,
there are plenty better then me.
Me.
The pure hypocrite in this chat.
Telling everyone the best thing to do.
Yet I can't even do it myself.
Well...
I don't really know...
It’s up to you to decide.