Tired
So tired and alone he cries but no one knows
The world turned dark, his hands start shaking and he says goodbye
Storm clouds fill his eyes and he lashes out
All he wanted was a little love
Tears fall from both mine and his, this is it, the end
On impulse I squeeze him and whisper that he's loved
I cry and get ready to fall into black but he hugs me back and I know
He is damaged, broken, sad, and confused
A condition of the mind, not the heart
The darkness lingers but he feels the light deep deep down
He gets to rest, and feel the peace
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