Come on,

just another step.

Come on,

just another breath.

Come on,

just another swallow

of the pain that makes you hollow.

Just one more sweet smile

I write to relate,

and to speak my truth.

I write to prove I know pain,

and to see that others do too.

I write to be heard.

When the world becomes a deaf frustration,

They're always there when I need them,

they never run away.

They're always here when troubles stem

to hear what I have to say.

They don't judge 

or hold a grudge.