There are those who are lonely,
So desperately lonely,
Even when surrounded by friends.
There are those whose physical pain goes on
And they question if it ever will end.
There are those whose pain is an emotional one,
Those who ponder life’s end solution to ease,
The darkest of any confession.
There are those who carry a burden of guilt
And those with deepest depression.
There are those whose hearts seem
Broken in two,
Those whose hatred is well justified,
Whose angst and sorrow is boundless, but
It seems to eat them alive.
There are those who feel as others feel,
Hearts full of despair
With righteous cause and frustration.
There’s sadness that feels like a terminal disease,
States to country and nation.
It weeps,
It seeps
Into pores
And floods,
There is hurt,
So much hurt,
It feels
There is blood.
There are those who imagine an end
Of all life
So suffering and sadness will cease,
Whose pleas on their pages
Know terrible loss
And pain that knows no release.
The hurt that abounds
Is palpable here,
A microcosm of earth,
Sharing distress and souls set on fire,
Crying for song of rebirth.
There are those whose posts are filled with good cheer
And those that say nothing at all
Of feelings or thoughts
Or what lives within,
Preferring a different recall.
But for those who are here
Whose very beings starve,
Seeking for someone to listen,
Bear in mind
That we all have these feelings.
It’s part of the human condition.
If no one is there to answer your needs,
No family or friend will suffice,
A message in private may help find release.
Do it and don’t even think twice.
I’ve no great answers
In fact, I have none,
Just a sense of the life that we share,
Please don’t be alone,
If you need a vessel,
Remember that someone is there.
It may not be me,
It could be another
But many there are who believe
That a problem full shared,
Whispered and heard
Is a problem that’s going nowhere
Except to be halved
Or quartered,
Diminished,
Maybe not ever to be
Over or finished
But lessened because
Someone cares.
So don’t be alone
Whatever your reasons,
There’s someone on here,
A man for your seasons
Or woman,
A friend,
A fellowship found.
Please don’t despair,
Don’t sink to the ground
Without looking up
Or inwards or out.
There’s someone for you,
Please just give a shout,
If only to curse at life’s
Little foibles,
Its terrors,
Its spectres,
Its myriad of troubles.
There are those who have offered this to me
And I’ve done the same in return.
You’ll know who to trust,
You may never need
But remember there’s always someone.
So when strength and solutions
Are quite overcome,
Sincerely believe
There is always a one.
Don’t be alone.
Please, don’t be alone.
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