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Why is it so hard to find,
Someone who protects me,
When I am surrounded,
By friends as far as I can see?
Where have all those years gone?
I consoled broken souls,
I was the one they cried their tears on,
I helped them heal their holes.
Who am I supposed to run to,
When my life turns upside down?
Who am I supposed to cry to,
When all my plans get turned around?
Lives are filled with sorrow,
For others they nearly empty,
But all this extra wallowing,
Must have been transferred to me,
No one to hear my thoughts,
At the end of every day,
Sometimes I wish that someone would,
Just tear it all away.
Who am I supposed to run to,
When my life turns upside down?
Who am I supposed to cry to,
When all my plans get turned around?
Who can I follow,
When I lack a destination?
Who can make me swallow,
All the fears that I am built upon?
Every time I shiver,
Only my arms hear the call.
Every time I sigh,
My ears are the ones to hear it all.
Who am I supposed to run to,
When my life turns upside down?
Who am I supposed to cry to,
When all my plans get turned around?
Can’t give a single reason,
Why I’m not the protectee,
After all the pain I’ve had,
Someone should take pity on me.
Who am I to turn to,
When all heads turn away?
The pen and paper hold my sorrow,
And I live another day.
Who am I supposed to run to,
When my life turns upside down?
Who am I supposed to cry to,
When all my plans get turned around?
There is only one,
That is always there for me.
No one has stayed by my side,
Except the writing that I keep.
There’s no way to end the pain,
But I can wash most away.
With a little bit of ink,
The hurt can cease today.
- by queer and quirky |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/26/2009 |
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- Title: Protection
- Artist: queer and quirky
- Description: Instead of waiting a week to clear my artist's mind and evaluate my own work, I decided to put it up to a public vote.
- Date: 04/26/2009
- Tags: protection
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Deadlylight6 - 10/12/2010
- thats the same situation that binds me also. i put aside how i feel, so now i dont have much emotion/feelings towards anything and everything...guess u can say im half dead already. but the smiles my friends give off after i help, its worth it.
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- ChaosDice - 04/27/2009
- This definitely embodies the "human crutch" syndrome. You're everybody else's pillar of strength and compassion but who is there for you when the world comes crashing down?
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- Spritez36 - 04/26/2009
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very cool i love it
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