Another Untitled For Ya...

Already weak and vulnerable
Dare you open the door to more pain in this heartless world of hate and torment
Can't expect too much more than this
The inconvienent truth of the world to late to be saved
Staring dead in your eyes is the man responsible for your brokennesss
And not once does he apologize for the damage he has done
Beginning from when you were young
Too late to turn back and change all actions done in the past
Though you knew it wont last
You chose the dark path to happiness
Now look where you're at
You know it's over now
And you don't know where to go,
don't know who to turn to in this fucked up world you call
your life
Here you are alone
You can't pick up the phone
Who else can you call that hasn't turned their back on you?
Isolating you as if you were wrong
Making you feel like the supect
when in all truth you're the victim
throwing painful words at you
and you let it sink into your system
No one understands your pain
No one knows your story
So dear child, you need not to worry
Turn to whom will never judge,
but will always listen
This pen and paper
It never went missing.
No worries, no pain at all.
Your best friend.
Never went away and should you stray away
This pen and paper is always here when you get back
Not caring of what you gained nor lacked.