Comparatively Small

Jan. 18, 2009

I sit right here
All alone
Without a soul
No one to call my own

A tear trickles down
My dry, pale face
Oh how I want
To be out of this place

To be in a place
Where hearts do not break
To be in a place
Where no one is fake

To be in a place
Where he will care
To be in a place
Where he’s always there

And yet I know
That there is no such place
As much as I wish
There is not a trace

In fact

There are people here
Who wish for places like mine
Who have bigger problems
And they too are crying

People who live
With death every day
Constantly worried
They’ll be his next prey

So really my issues
Are comparatively small
But that doesn’t mean
It won’t hurt at all