Hey,

I'm sure,

I'm sure when you say that you're not fine

a million will rise to show you sympathy with their corporate smiles

and pretty white lies

'It'll be fine in the end' they tell you for the thousandth time.

Then they'll ask you wipe those tears and get on track

they won't care I promise; they never do 

about the weight of the baggage you hold on your back

But don't bother calling them out

all of us have different way to cope and maybe

Sometimes they really don't know what your hurting is all about

But on those days, Don't you lose hope, Don't you cry silently

Come to me,

come to me and this world I created just for us; this poem

when the whole world covers their ears and have nothing to

give you but those sympathetic smiles

for I promise to listen to you for a long while

I promise to embrace you with my open arms and open mind

Give you one of my shoulder to cry as I help you carry the load with the other

Hold your hand, wipe your tears; as you climb this difficult slope called life

Hold you by your waist to give you a lift when you loose your footing

If that is what you need to hold on one more day