For My Friends II

I cry
And not--
Because the pain hurts
The pain inside
Eating me alive
Tearing up my skin
Torturing me from within
Racing thoughts and
Going under,
I need someone to
Shake the thunder
No.

I cry
Because
You would never be able to
Handle
What I go through.
And if you felt an ounce
Of what I go through
It would
Kill you.