Opressor Or Liberator

It’s hard to say goodbye And harder to deny That we are fragile things Carelessly going through life, But well aware that we’ll all die. We seldom realize The pain that others hold inside; And damned be the ones Who can really understand them. It’s a sad thing to know That we are forced not to let our feelings show… If you met someone with big sad eyes, Would you turn and walk away? If you were the one who had those same eyes, Would you not want them to stay? And if they didn’t, Would you not want to break down and cry? It can sure take you down a peg When you see someone Standing on their last leg. Do you feel better about yourself Knowing that it’s them and not you? Do you feel better now Knowing they are dead? Do you secretly envy them, Because they’re laying in a casket Surrounded by loved ones, And you’re stuck in this world Full of the sick and corrupted? There are countless ways That one can leave this world: So, what do you choose? Will stay and help fight Another person’s demons, Or will you step aside And watch them slowly die? And although You can’t help those that refuse, You can still be there And lend an ear Whenever they want you near. Just let them know, And know that they, and you, Don’t have to face it all alone.