Have you ever felt that way?
Helpless, I mean.
I know you have. We all have.
Sitting on a ledge, overlooking the town.
Noticing cracks, my whole world crashing down.
The knife is clean. I can't use it. I'm sure.
There's nothing I can do to cheer anyone anymore.
Heartache and pain. I was used to that.
Now it's returning, bringing pain back.
My friends are troubled, they've got problems of their own.
It's taken me this long, to realise these problems they've shown.
Their problems are greater than mine, I can tell.
Even though my problem is like a personal hell.
My girlfriend's depressed, angered, sick and upset.
'Then do something about it!' you'd say, I bet.
The catch twenty-two is, even though I want to, I can not.
The air swirling around me seems to get stuffy and hot.
Meanwhile, back through the looking-glass, my friends are in pain.
Their loved ones are hurtful, and cause trouble, won't refrain.
Abuse. Tears. These are the cracks.
I'm sitting here helpless, giving myself smacks.
Why do I complain so much? My life is pretty good.
Everything is as it is, as it shall be, as it should.
I don't really have a way with words, my poems have no meaning.
People seem to think they're good, but inside I'm secretly screaming.
I love her, she loves me, is there anything that could go wrong?
Finally, there's a mutual love, soft , but binding and strong.
We hardly ever see each other, transportation is a must.
But she's someone I think a relationship can work with, she's someone I can trust.
All the other people I love, they're taken and they're blinded.
If they had seen the light beforehand, then maybe I wouldn'tve minded.
But things have changed, I'm different now, no need to push and shove.
I'm done with impressing other people, because now I'm just in love.
You're one of the cutest things, that I've ever really seen, you know.
But alas, *gasp*, you're in love with somebody else, oh no.
He's cooler, he's smarter, he's funnier than me.
I'm a twig (maybe a branch), but he's a whole tree.
But I love you more. . . don't I?
Ok, maybe I don't.
But I'll still love you, even if he won't.
I wanted to be special for you, but with him there, I cannot.
The pain is getting unbearable. (It feels like I've been shot.)
I'm crazy, I'm weird. (I know that.)
I don't deserve to be your friend.
Once again, it's over. Finito. Finished.
Profound dreams have gone away.
Once I was happy, but not today.
The girl I love, doesn't love me back.
(But nobody seems to care about that.)
Love is all around, it's plain to see.
'There is someone for everyone', but not for me.
I sit here alone, tears flowing free.
(Oh, how I wish things were how they could be.)
I'm meant to be alone, I'm aware of that.
I'm sick of all the kisses, the hugs and the pats.
I've written too many poems about being alone,
And too many poems about love, quick and full-blown.
This one isn't any different, my heart is still broken.
The words 'I love you' have been whispered, and spoken.
Yet I still get nothing from you. (Am I a ghost?)
Don't you realise you're the one that matters most?
Well that's it, I'm ending it, it looks like I've blown it.
If you really loved me. . .
. . . You could've at least shown it.