Weed

Interesting how the nature of the world brings out the purity in people.
I just recently witnessed the beauty of purity.
Three friends expressing their inner most candid feelings.
As i sit and listen, I begin to ponder..
All of these honest people are sharing their times together and all i can do it sit and listen.
I have nothing to offer, not to contribute and listen.
Waterfalls rush from their eyes and trimbliing rushes through their bodies as though their racing a 10 mile race.
I sit and tear simply because I cant offer, I cant share my feelings...
I realized these group of people arent my friends.... i simply have them here to be human.
Why am i allergic to the true meaning of friendship.
My wall are as sterdy as the great wall of China...
The reach to the heavens and to the pit of hell!
I feel like i have no true friends as though...
I do not exsists. I have no one to release my Pandoras Box.
I feel captured amongst these 4 walls.. trying to escpae
Screaming until my lounges close up..
Screamig intil my heart begins to fade.
And my body is empty ..cold and empyrt
no blood rushes. no Reggie's
just slience... and lonelness..
when will come the day i find my true friend
where i feel comfortable to cry my sins to
and celebrate my victories.