As I sit here typing
Sitting on my bed
Thinking What to say on paper
And What stays in my head
If you don't like open
Perhaps I'll just stay closed
Then I could think myself
And always be alone
It's not that you don't listen
It's that you don't understand
If you could I'd love you
You'd be my best friend
I'm contemplating words
Ideas in my mind
The fact that I'm alone
Contemplates suicide
It's not that I don't love at all
I just want somone to see
How to walk a middle path
And think just like me
My red rose grows
And blossoms out day after day
But with no one elso to nourish it
It will soon die away
