Writing #2

One day you’ll lift your head only to learn
you’re the only one left standing there
only if someone had simply stood beside you
told you it was going to be okay
made you feel a little less unwelcome in this terrible place
maybe then your head wouldn’t again
fall to the dirt covered ground
with silent sadness on your fragile face
now you stand alone
with a dreadful grey cloud over your skull
and let me tell you now
it’s hard to lift your head
when its heavy with the weight of everything kept inside