Hereby I wish to remove misery from my friends list.
My Friend Of Misery
You just stood there screaming,
Fearing no one was listening to you.
They say the empty can rattles the most;
The sound of your own voice must soothe you.
Hearing only what you want to hear,
And knowing only what you’ve heard. . .
You, you’re smothered in tragedy—
And you’re out to save the world?
You insist that the weight of the world,
Should be on your shoulders.
There’s much more to life than what you see!
My friend of misery. . .
You still stood there screaming,
No one caring about these words you tell.
My friend, before your voice is gone:
One man’s fun is another’s hell!
These times are sent to try men’s souls,
But something’s wrong with all you see!
You, you’ll take it on all yourself.
Remember, misery loves company.