Just for a Scrap of Comfort

I need to cry

but that won't happen

just lean against the wall

and sigh like its nothing

I need to talk to someone

but that would bother them

so keep my eyes cast low

have been to often condemned

I need to stay here, keep going

why when everyone leaves?

by now I should be used to it

yet there's another one that makes me wheeze

Walk through the halls with earbuds in

no one sees me

just like how it's imagined

so why not imagine everything?

There's a group of people

all of them are very close

they are a little family of friends

everyone is smiling and the room's filling with jokes

The abandoned shed is falling apart

the outside is but earthen colors, nothing special

but the inside is concrete reds, blues, and greens

the most wonderful kind of ghetto temple

Your buddy puts his arm over your shoulder

he pats your back and you both laugh at how you all got away

those cops passed the dumpster a second after you jumped in with the drinks!

now you hold up the first and it's all whooping and hollering

The room is filled with art

to anyone else except you guys it would be graffiti

but those lines that intricately web over the walls are your symbol, external heart

outsiders wouldn't understand

it's dimly lit with lamps but the sun shines in

leaving a trail of dust trapped in a ray as they dance

and people weave in and out of the light making a tunnel of a flashlight

wrestling and freestyle rapping; these are the moments that last