I wish that someone would just hug me.
Tell me that the pain will end and that I'll be able to breathe again.
Because my heart is heavy and my palms are sweaty.
Often lying to keep from crying.
Helping others from falling when in reality I'm stalling so insanity won't take over my personality.
I'm watching clouds over head so instead of screaming I'm dreaming of a better place.
Where all the faces have real smiles instead of the fake ones that steal our money when we turn our backs. The attacks are brutal but at least our heads are in tack.
This is dedicated to a friend of mine. I promise you someone will come and mend that beating heart.
