"Aid from a Friend"

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"Aid from a Friend" It’s Feeling mighty lonesome in here. (I wonder) If anyone would care, If I disappeared. My agenda is blank. My Roll a’ deck is clear. It is feeling very empty inside of here. I’m feeling lost in ambiguity. I feel a lost of my identity. If from this earth my soul would choose to flee. Would anyone shed a mournful tear for me? I’m in need of a friend. So that our wounds we could mend. I’m sinking deep inside of this sand. I need a friend to lend me a hand. So I am seeking a little aid. I need a pal to save my day. He or she might not change every single thing. But at least (to my face) bring a smile or grin. This world can slam you down, bring you a frown. A friend can alleviate the pain, just by acting like a clown. Yet, here I sit all alone in the dark… in sheer misery. Loneliness is slowly and surely gutting me and killing me. I’m in dire need of a friend. So that a fatal wound I could mend. I’m being devoured by this horrid sand. I‘m in need of a friend that understands. Beneath my scalp is a childlike sadness. Thinking deeply on a friendless past. Maybe I’m just destined for solitude. Maybe this pain will forever last. So in my dreams, I will scream in horror. Like a little boy shedding tears over an ice cream that fell on dirt. For my friends have always been inanimate. Yet, they cant bring you happiness or make you hurt. I don’t care if I get hurt or wounded. I don’t care if the friendship does not last. I just want some type of memories. Recollections of a friendship from the past. I’m in need of a friend. So that our wounds we could mend. I’m sinking deep inside of this sand. I need a friend to lend a helpful hand. ZeN