I used to find it soothing
to scream out all my thoughts.
To make myself feel better
by pointing out everyone’s faults.
I would get carried away
complaining about this world.
Doing nothing to make it better
but expected so much more.
My anger made me happy.
It’s when I felt in control.
Then I saw your broken heart
and knew you heard my crying soul.
It’s easier just to talk to you.
You made me feel worth while.
Hardly anyone can do this,
but you definately made me smile.
I knew you understood me.
I knew you felt the pain.
You read my every thought,
and never called me insane.
There’s no joy in a warm gun
or a shapened knife.
When I talk to you,
I find so much more in life.
You take away all my tears,
all the pain and hurt.
I owe you everything.
You’re my new comfort.