lookin’ for an optomitrist

your eyes are grey, sad 'n lonely

no one understands your hurt

the optometrist can't cure you

you stare into vacuous space

into staring eyes you look, 

those do not see, save few

the ones who feel like you

no one knows; it's unclear

therapy can't cure you,

the therapist has his own issues

he has not found a cure himself

your sadness is a leaden coffin

holds you down, heavy as darkness

strange how dark can be heavy

your tears are trapped inside,

not shed, pressured

the tears will not fall,

makes your throat ache holding them in  

adding to the weight

it would help,

be worth the weight of all the world's so called therapists

if simply, someone who loves you,

a real friend were there to catch them

your tears silent unseen, 

within your soul they flow, 

into your heart's cuts

they sting like lemon's acid

they run a steady stream

you would give your heart in exchange

to the one who understood

to the one who you could feel 

what only you yourself know

makes you sad

makes your pain

as yet, no one understands

their trifle words rife, 

slight and weak as your own 

makes you wanna jump off a cliff

to resolve the source

and cure you're suffering

your eyes are grey, sad 'n lonely

no one understands your hurt

you stare into vacuous space

your hurts carry the weight 

of a thousand cuts,

a million bruises

countless abuses

you and i need a great physician

one who's been there and back

like you and me, here

but we need to make it back

lighten the load with

one who'll help us carry the weight

set us straight and doesn't charge

for anyone's who's thirsty

c'mon, let's cast our cares on him

what do we have to lose