MY FOUR SIDED FRIEND

No soul will ever know, how many tears I've shed,
The thoughts and the confusion, that went on inside my head.
No soul will ever know, how I feel about my life,
My willingness to live, but accepting when to die.

No soul will ever know, the pain I  may have caused,
to someone, just by wishin it, or the hurt of my great loss. ( MY FATHER)

I sit here and I think, of the good and yet the bad,
of things I could or couldnt do, or things I did'nt have.
and yet I share my thoughts and dreams, to something of weird form.
but sure that these four walls won't talk, outside my bedroom door.

My room yes it's my friend, it doesnt speak or judge,
it doesnt say Im stupid, or that I wont have no one,
It does'nt point no fingers and doesn't give advice,
Just quietly it listens and respects me and my life.

I can't believe that something, that is'nt really living,
could be so understanding, is never unforgiving.
No soul will ever know, my best friend are these four walls,
My room it may not speak to much, but my friend it's what I call.