Until Now

When the things that make us tend to break us, we ask ourselves how can we be remade again? Who do I have to call my friend when they can't relate to what it is I've been in? Or how do we at least get our mind off of this line

this line... that I constantly see
this line... it's become a nightmare in the depths of my dreams

this line... doesn't allow me to sleep

this line... only places me in bed to weep.

I can't count sheep this time
But I can write what's on my mind.

I would call it venting until I get lost
It's like the pen took away my life at depressions cost.

Maybe i can learn not to cry there
I may not know what to do
but may I'm not supposed to know, or even think on it.

Maybe I should just do.

Would you kill me if I told you not to take life too seriously

For not relating but wishing to help thee?

Or would you sit and listen
consider what walls life built around you and forget them?

Because of our past, we think about our future. Not realizing our present needs us to present the solution.