The ever sad are never whole <br />You’ve told me this, and that you’re cold <br />And tired from the rain in life, <br />And tired from the rain wrought mold in life. <br />And you’ve said leave me in, and you’ve said let me out, <br />But you can’t stand the room that you’re in, <br />Nor anywhere you’ve been, or doubt. <br />While council you met with self-righteous shout <br />Or constant whine of excess… <br />Wallowing in tears, a crowned in pity thief. <br />So I turn to go <br />“But not alone, not alone <br />Anything but that” you said, <br />I said, a friend in tone, <br />“We should perhaps keep to our own <br />In grief.” For yours is selfish <br />Every moan.<br /><br />Matt Johnston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-very-special-you-are-to-feel-such-pain/
