Second Hand Heartache

It's about how there's always one person who is used as an emotional punching bag and nothing but a shoulder to cry on, even if they never return the favour

Here comes another soul in a tortured dilemma

Seeking salvation in my numbing shoulder

I wish beyond words that I couldn’t care

I wish beyond words that I could be colder

 

And so another day comes and she’s crying again

This girl’s in love and another one is bereaved

All I am is an unwilling ear and a comforting ghost

Every emotional wound, septic and exposed

I hold the weight of the world, as everybody grieves

 

And I’m drenched in tears

Snapping under the tension of others’ heartbreak

I’m locked into a cycle of misery

Of all their traumas and lies

But I can laugh

Because it’s only everyone else’s demise

 

Another day

Another intake of a weary sigh

All of their sorrows and glories

A second hand view through blurry eyes

 

Here’s another round of long conversation

Another shot of whiskey to mute their voices

I’m forced to listen in servitude to my better nature

To re-live all of their errors and wrong choices

 

Now we’re approaching the night, more drunken sobs

This guy is forgetting her, and the other is an idiot in love

All I am is the diary for their scrawlings and blind ideas

And I’ll provide default empathy for their hopes and fears

I’m left with all the baggage but I’ve had enough

 

A million more broken dreams

More texts and love notes to read through

I’ll tell them what they want to hear

Give them a hope they had anyways

This is the life of the dear friend

This is an extract of my drunken days

 

Another day

Another intake of a weary sigh

All of their sorrows and glories

A second hand view through blurry eyes 

Reviews

[HeavenSunArcadez]

very extraordinary write my friend, I know this feeling too well... i have a lot who approach me with there problems, but its like the saying says, u can lead a horse to the water but cant make them drink it... sometimes we find ourselves giving advice over and over again and it becomes tiring when people refuse to listen, and keep going down the same dissonant paths... that will lead them right back to u, crying over your shoulder... and chances are they seem to be only in your life, so they can dump there load on you, yet u wouldnt think of telling them any of your personal issues because they would break out like chicken pox the moment u got emotional... so its a situation where having patience and mercy is a must.... But at some point... we can only hope we would receive what we give out... but until then we just go with the flow.... enjoyed the whole piece, well written and real... i really relate to this and understand it totally... kudos to you

[Pryde Foltz]

I like what you haven't said but is expressed. The emptiness of the friend zone. Great write,

[JayJayBlue]

Thank you :) I've always found that, from observing the nature of the friend-zone, it generally leaves the one on the receiving end with all the emotional burdens and baggage, with no reward

[DCT ponderings]

Great Poem Jay. I too have collected my fair share of wounded birds, playing therapist friend ,lending an ear.

[JayJayBlue]

Thank you for the kind words, you've hit the nail on the head with the message I was trying to convey :) It's about a time I got fed up of feeling like I was only there to be their personal punching bag and, like with you, people would be surprised that I had problems too, and took my friendship for granted