Sad little heap waste of time i am.
Alone in this world pretending im fine.
I need his comforting reason - his words.
He helps me to sew up the stitches-mend the hurts.
I need him so badly, my sullen refrain rings sadly.
He's not like them-the same... Life seems different to him-a game.
All the players he's known a long time, this time just meeting them in a different line.
Who is this man really? I yearn his knoweledgeable glean.
I want his riches-his wisdom, so many things to learn from him.
Happy i should be-he is sharing freely again.
I only live when i help them, understand them.
Happiness eludes me lest i help someone who isn't me.
Incomplete i am when not completing them, i just want to be there for someone to fill in the times i was alone.
Happiness i find in helping them-forever bound to them as one.
Filling in their puzzles reveals mine.
The only way to satisfy my hunger is to quench their thirst.
Tears i weep for those that don't allow me.
In the end you cannot set everyone free, sometimes they wilt - let them be.
I pray for resolution, the way it must be.