Leaning on the Lost

I have my own problems, but I don't tell
Its not right, for me to parade my pain
I keep them locked up, never to sell
Sharing my woes, will serve no gain
So I hold their troubles, as well as my own
And attempt to deliver, my humble advice
But the weight that I bare, is far overgrown
As I skake on the thin cracking ice

If I fell through, no one would appear
They'd be too busy, trying to pretend
That my screaming voice, they do not hear
For I, am just a fly-by friend
How can I help them, I myself am perplexed
Lost in the snow, not knowing where to turn
My life is one, that is also complexed
I'm looking for my path, just trying to learn

They lean on me, expecting me to know the answers
I do my best, wanting to help them out
But the truth is, I'm just one of life's many chancers
Until needed, I just drift and float about
Sometimes I get scared, want to break free and run
Feeling overwhelmed, hoping they need me not
Escape to a place, untouched by the sun
To a place, where I can quietly rot