I feel alot for a guy, more than I ever should get. Sometimes it's too much to handle, but I never regret. Deep down I'm glad I feel, cuz I do when no one else feels what's right and real. I feel for those who hurt, those who die. I feel so much idk when not to cry. It's pain, it's empty, it isn't right. It blinds me with rage, I wana kick n fight. I want to right the wrongs, singing songs and push through the throngs of people lined up to see me and get someone, idk who it could be. But it's someone, and they need a hand. A person to catch them when they land, cushion them like sand, make them feel less bland, and pull them up to stand. I'm that person, I'm one of a kind. I feel I'm meant to help, and so I speak my mind. My mind filled with words, thoughts, ideas, and dreams. I have no schemes. I'm just a watcher, I observe and wait, but I don't stay in this state. I intervene, I change a life, I end the strife, not with a knife but with a hug. I make you feel snug, warm and clean. No one to be mean, just me holding you tight all through the night. It's ok, it's ok. No worries, no thoughts. You distraught? I think not. This is what I feel, what I do. I do it for you, you and you. I'll do it all day, whatever it takes, whatever the stakes. I've died, I was where I couldn't feel. But now I can, and I can't stop. I push and push, I drop. And then I'm up, cuz I feel it's just what needs to be done. It's what I do for anyone. Especially if you're my hun. I bring out the sun, just eatin a honey bun. I stun, you don't know what to say. That's just who I am, weak like jelly but tough like steel. I just feel.