when I look at you
I see
an amazing
and really cool guy
who's been wounded
whether on purpose or not
I don't know
but I see
he's trying
to look up
to get through
he just wants answers
but
sadly
he's looking
in all the wrong places
and it's breaking
my heart
how he smiles
says, "how was your day?"
treats you like a friend
like he's fine
when inside
is turmoil
cacophony
insanity
he just wants
the pain to go away
to be over
he's confused
he doesn't know
how to leave it
behind
when
I
do.
I wouldn't want
to scare him
with the truth
because
he won't want to hear it.
the one answer
he won't stand for
but so desperately needs.
I can feel
my stomach
twisting
in pain
for him
in disgust
at this sick world
in rage
at the stupid devil
poking and prodding
at him
not allowing him
any rest
or comfort
or relief
from the torment
Dear God!
make it stop!
I can't stand to
watch anymore!
I want to take him
in my arms
shelter him
from this stupid
twisted world.
I want to show
him there is
hope
reason
happiness
love
peace
relief
and I want
him to know
that I
care.