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[viva_la_sheshe]

a friend comes to you with a problem
so you listen...

they can't figure out their life.
they feel as if no one loves them,
no one cares.
no one is there for them,
to catch them.
they feel as if all they're doing in life is falling.
falling further from this world,
from the people around them,
from their minds.
they feel lost in their own insanity,
warped by fallin dreams and crushed hopes.
feeling constanly sick from worry,
from lack of ability to understand,
what is going on.
the ability to speak is stripped from their throats,
for what can they say.
how can they explain what is wrong,
when they don't know.
how can they explain why they think the way they do,
when they don't know.
how can they explain to all of the haunting eyes,
the eyes of their families,
their friends,
their peers,
too strangers,
why they cannot stop,
why they started,
when they do not know.
they honestly just do not know.
and they lay in their bed and cry,
but why?
tears have never solved problems,
never helped anything.
maybe delayed time but nothing more.
yet with stinging eyes and moist cheeks,
the tears still flow.
and when they stop there is nothing left.
when the stinging is cooled and the cheeks dried,
the feeling of nothing and not knowing is still there,
still there,
it's still there.
every morning and every night,
still there,
still there,
it's still there.

and you look into their eyes,
you've listened to their problem,
and yet you can say nothing.
why...
because no matter how hard you try,
no matter what you say,
how you say it,
no matter how powerful the words you speak may sound,
you can say nothing.
why...
there is no way to give advice to someone,
who has every same sick feeling,
who has every same crushed dream,
who has every same insane thought in their mind,
who is in every way,
just a mirror image
of no one
but you