Human Crutch
I've spent my whole life,
14 long years:
loving a world that hates me.
I've spent my whole life,
a hard one it's been:
crutching the wounded and weak....
In my whole life,
I've help many teens.
Helped them be happy, and bright.
But in this sad life,
so great....yet so killing,
I've hid my own struggle....my fight.
Why does the world always lean on my shoulders?
Why must they always lean on me?!
How can I help someone
with their own feelings,
if my heart....
one that's dieing,
they can't see?
