Too Deep
I wish that you could feel my pain
then maybe you could see
that every time you put me down
you take a piece of me.

I've watched my family fall apart
from drugs and suicide,
but somehow I have found a way
to hide the tears I've cried.

I try so hard to share my world
with people I feel care,
but I just drive them all away
with tales of my despair.

I know that I have problems,
but there's nothing I can do.
I need help in many ways,
and others think so too.

I don't think it's much to ask
for friends to help me cope.
In this time of utter loss
I have no source of hope.

People want to give advice
but never follow through.
I know they don't want to accept
that all these things are true.

Someday they will understand
my cry for help was real,
but by that time the wounds inside
will be too deep to heal.

--Daryl Molen


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