Inflame

All my life I have been looking for someone to hold,
Someone to share the pain, the guilt of my
Existence;

If only I could find one true soul,
A soul that knew my pain and only wished to listen.
Others want me to listen to their troubled problems but when
Will someone listen to me?

The heart is torn into countless
Dark corners and I have no candle to find each piece.
All I wish to find is that candle, the pure white flame that will hold
me tight,
I need not sympathy but more over a friend that can understand,
One who would share the suffering and then make it feel well again
without the piercing of the needle,
No more can I take that fluid that rots my brain and restricts my
soul,
I can no longer tolerate my scares that have defiled me for so
long;
It seemed the right thing to do, the one thing that could save
me.
Yet now I see all I needed, truly, was one person, one friend to hold
my hand,

If it was not so for me to live such a way then why live at all?
Will I see my friend at the great place of sky over grass?
All I wished for was you my love;
You could not see my soul, only your petty wants;
Those that had fulfilled them are now devoid of all feeling,
I would not succumb and so have kept my soul pure.