Comfort

Is weird

You don't want it

But people still give it

Sometimes it's like they're stabbing you

"You poor sweet thing"

They say sickly

I'm not about to break

Your eyes respond

I want to help you

But what am I supposed to say

Because every single word

Seems like a thorn in your side

And I should know

It happened to me too

But I know not what to do

Maybe I can just sit there

And let your words seep

Let you complain into me

I'll take it all

So that you may breathe

Because I know what happened to me

If you let it out early

It'll be easier then on

Poetry is a great escape

It deals with emotion in a healthy way

And your poetry

Will be sad

It will hurt

And it will stab

Words are powerful they said

And they didn't lie

Words heal wounds

And open them up again

But trust me use them well

They can help you

Heal

I know from experience

Even if what I felt was different

Words helped me heal

And still do

To this day

So work up the courage

To not lash out

When they say

"I'm so sorry"

I know it's not their fault

They have no right to say that

Especially when they have

No relation to the deceased

But you can do it

Just don't listen

Nod when they speak that

Because in a few minutes

You can rant to me.