I Write Mediocre Poetry

Hiding behind those skull and bones, a flower on your head,
Full of emotion but beaten down by the amount of energy you have spent,

Afraid of conflict and expressing who you really are,
Your sincerity and kindness hidden away amongst the stars,

Your heart frozen and no longer capable of truly feeling,
Restless nights of staring at the ceiling and reeling,

Looking for comfort and just one little thing to ease the pain,
Just to find some peace as you sail on the ocean within the falling rain,

Avoiding conflict at every cost, you simply just chose to fade away,
Feeling nobody could ever understand the things which truly effect your heart and soul from day to day,

To understand and to be understood,
If somebody would, if you could,

Just content now to drift and let the ocean current take you wherever it flows,
No longer looking to fight as you try once again to row,

Left with memories you no longer wish to recall,
Stubborn and content to stumble and fall,

A person needs peace, love and care,
Just find the time and somebody will eventually help and share,

Are you aware, do you dare reach out one last time,
To find the one, you once left behind, who was supposed to walk with you side by side all the way down the line...