When I see the tears that you cry,
the words and wisdom and what the heck and why
jumble up in my mind as I try to cheer you up,
but nothing is nothing when everything is tough.
The light given from what you have seen
is nothing to compare to the darkness that bleeds.
The hope and despair have come to intertwine,
but joy and happiness have yet to combine
The thorn in vines you grab to hang onto
cut deep into your hand before you have a chance to
let go and fall back but you won’t give up,
for the hurt torments, you’re trying too much.
You push what’s there and pull what’s not
but everything, at the end, is one big knot
that can’t be undone for it’s tied to tight,
but you try and try, the pain builds up a sight.
The sight of you climbing up in pain
is something to honor, and something to claim
as the most painful moment that I’ve experienced
for my friend grabs, at what isn’t there to deal with