Can somebody show me where it hurts?
Maybe even make it all better?
Its the time of the year that it hurts most,
And everyone's doing better.
And im just stuck,
With a note book and a pen,
A grand plan with set backs,
Some weird disorder I never though I had,
Mind full of others negative opinions,
Always doing it by myself,
Never had anyone else.
So I'll scour for the easy option,
Stick on some beer goggles,
Wonder where that poet got to,
The guy who promised me a job,
A girl who just made me sob,
And me wondering why others don't care,
If it was them there, I would.
And sure they might not point and laugh,
But they don't take a hand and quell my fear,
They won't understand me, like I want them too,
Oh what should I do?