It's all the times when you don't care,
with thoughts so cloudy, and heart in dispair.
When you honestly say, how can I go on,
and your soul starts to weap, from pain well beyond.
It's all the times you need to cry,
from understanding what a heart strives.
Just knowing that you need their love,
or knowing when, you're not enough.
It's all the times you can't let go,
your mind that won't let your heart know.
The pain is to great, to feel it all,
when you start to cope, your mind lets thoughts fall.
It's all the times you'd hide your pain,
the thoughts and feelings you tried to tame.
No matter the power your mind seems to have,
no pain is worse, then a love gone bad.
It's all the times you needed a friend,
someone to listen, as your heart tries mend.
A moment away from all of the pain,
I stand here now, with my heart stained.
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Keith A. Lynema