Sometimes, maybe everyday
you’ve probably felt this
either worse or the same way
Sometimes, it’s easy not to mention
because times often wasted
it’s sad or just too much
but I think about it all the time
I know the empty feeling
that you seem to handle
often I find
I’m not letting it escape
I either struggle or find it hard
To express myself
without us falling out
darkness, sorrow
alone or with friends
something’s are easier to deal with
I know I don’t make much sense
but thank you
you really do save me
Sometimes, that’s more
than I can spare
