crosses and the crossed

people say that i dont care. That i am stone. Let them think what they want.I dont care.

Two of ym dearest friends are going through tramatic times, and theres virtually nothing i can do for them. i can sit there, hold their hand, give them a hug, or a smile, buti can't DO anything for them. i can't sheild them from the pain, the angush, the sorrow. I can't make their problems go away, or help.

I feel utterly useless.

Both are good strong friends who remind me why lie is worth living, why its worth while to get out of bed in the mornings. And this shit happens to them. Life isn't fair, not in the least.

I dont know what to do, or what to say. I want to be there for them ,but how can i? I'm not allowed into court, i'm in shcool and have almost no connecyion . I can't soften the blow, make things any better, or make their days great, because always in the back opf their minds, thier thinking of it.

I know what your saying: boo hoo, sally sob stoyr. While, you all a bunch of allholes who will burn in hell.

I'm just thankful that their made of harder stuff then they know, and if only they could see themselves trhough my eyes, then maybe they would be as worried. Where ever they go, what ever the outcome, i'm there for them.


The ice so shean,
dark and hidden
coating the waters surface
A hand reaches out
to anyone who passes by
a plea for help, for safety
for redemtpion
ANd every single person
walks right on by
never looking to the left,
where the puddle lay
Only the children, dogs and other animals
see the plea and they are pulled along into the demanding world
leaving behind theri dreams
desires, wishes and cares
Sitting in a puddle
full of blood and water