Your more than just Paper to me.
I don’t write much these days,
but I have still so many emotions in so many ways.
feeling as though I just drift through this life,
feeling useless and tired with all of this strife.
Those around me never really know,
the struggle that pains me the feeling of being useless tends to grow.
Lately I have been told I need to do more.
I need someone to lean on someone that knows me to my core.
I don’t really feel there is anywhere to turn.
someone who doesn’t get tired and will listen with concern.
we all need that one outlet a friend when we are in need.
but lately I beg for people to hang out with but is that a feeling of greed.
is it too much to ask for to not want to be useless in this reality?
is it too much to ask for your friendship to not feel like a formality.
Am I really someone people like or is it just for pretend.
Man, what I can really use right now is a friend.
yea some will say stop with your self-pity and shit.
I actually love those that accept me and allow me to fit.
But they are hard to find when the ones you thought were there are so distant now.
so, when I can’t talk to anyone, I turn to my pen put my thoughts on paper and let my head bow.
so that I strengthen my sole so that it can still compete in this life.
hoping i can defeat this feeling of useless and strife.
So now I turn to you my old friend.
Even if your just lines on paper at least I know you don’t pretend.
I thank you for being there when I turn to you.
to listen and feel is all you ever do.
your more than just paper to me.
