the hurt of a friend

hurt of a friend
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late at night i sit and wonder
how on earth i can help another
the pain they fear so much greater then mine
i wish they could be whole happy & fine
we work long hours days and nights
there is somethin burnin in them ready to win the fights
yet to them there is somthing missing
holes in her soul
to me theyre the best person i wish theyd know
i try to relate fix what i can but dont
no matter how much i try the wounds wont heal they wont emptyness is forever they say
i say you can fill it jus try every day
they do try harder then anyone
i keep waitin for the day when that will finally come
so try as i might to end this fight
i cant but i still try morning noon and night

the flow was good...... deep..... alot of thought. shyt was hott. keep postin

leah, the poem was excelante! the flow was good, and even if it didnt exactly ryme sumtimes it seemed to because of teh way u wrote it... the concept was good, and i know u try to help that person...but i think sumtimes shes a bitch and is helpless... but i know she aprrecates wat u do for her... awesom peice... keep it flowin!

just keep tryen to help this person soon enough it will happen... Nice piece... Peace and Love 43i