The Struggle

I’d carry you if I could, my friend,

To save you burning out.

I know how hard you’re finding life

And what that’s all about.

I wish that I could make things fair

And help you get away.

It’s hard to watch you try to cope,

I don’t know what to say.

You shouldn’t have to feel like that,

It’s not what you deserve.

I don’t know why these things go on,

What purpose does it serve?

I’d hold you if I could, my friend,

I know your thoughts are black.

Perhaps, this time, you’ve gone so far

I’ll never pull you back.