There are times when you need a shoulder to cry on,
A single assurance for you to rely on,
When emotion flows through your eyes,
And guilt builds up with every sigh,
You are vulnerable and you are weak,
When everything to you seems bleak,
A helping hand is all you need,
Without a wound you seem to bleed,
When fear has the best of you,
Shrouded by darkness you can't see through,
You try your best to succeed,
But in the end admit defeat,
A fight that doesn't seem to end,
No weapons you carry to defend,
What remains of a delicate heart,
A clinical organ, broken and scarred.