I am sitting on my bed.
Alone and sad, once again.
So much sorrow in my head.
Trying to ban the sadness
by writing it all down.
It won't end my madness.
I now see the picture
of a beautiful girl
who had brought me the cure.
Her presence brought me joy.
I obeyed her commands
but I'm just a nice guy.
To the next level,
I want, instead of
my face in the gravel.
To go beyond friendships
is all I really want,
to touch those pretty lips.
I cry a thousand tears.
They taste salt and bitter.
Dreams show my greatest fear.
To be alone, no one
to give me some support
when my heart weighs a ton.