What It's like to hold the burden of the world on your shoulders, with only a friend to guide you.

My sad eternal tears keep coming back . . .

And once again I must shed my tears to go and cry . . .

 

Despair is all I got to hold my back. . .

I sink into my room to go and cry . . .

 

Even a timelord sinks into his tardis to die inside. . .

I sink alone, everytime I try to reach out I am spite . . .

 

With only a nightmare, or only a daydream to distract me from the pain . . .

Until my friend and I meet again.

 

To hold the burden of the world upon your shoulders . . .

And know your not worthy of a universe or two . . .

 

To know your never good enough, and just want to whisper and die . . .

But you can’t for your intense love for your friend and the world . . .

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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