Who Will Share My Pain

Who will be my friend, no one really understands this poem is just a device, from which my broken heart stems with these words I now articulate, does my soul seek to take cover looking for a real friend to have, willing to share the pain of another Perhaps you too, having been made numb dealing with your concerns subconsciously focused on healing your own pain, before it burns then how can I earnestly ask of you, thinking I would be able to find someone with the ability to help, maybe I myself am just blind One who is a prisoner, is not free, nor himself in a position he's trapped in that continuum, caused by his own condition so I cry out in the only way I know how, this now my mission hoping to be shown some light, these feelings need definition Maybe I am delusional, not wishing to accept the fact that there does not exists a friend, I could ever attract then what prosperity awaits me, what are my hopes really worth perhaps the truth I will find, when I am resting deep in the earth How I must be a paradox, bold and yet full of contrition thinking long and hard, I nevertheless came to this decision yes I said what I have to say, but I know this pain is not my own many of you reading this, whether you'll admit it, you too are alone An answer exists, but only the strong willed can discern the weakness of the human ego, how easy for it to spurn come off your high horse, for many it is too late they lack the courage, that independent mind to concentrate When all is said and done, loneliness of spirit is not exclusively mine In a nutshell, you dear reader, let this be for a sign the next time you feel on top of the world, things could not be better count the days that go by, before you too will be writing this same letter