A Pocket Full of Pain

by Confined

She waits.
Feeding the birds.
Singing to herself.

I wont let her go.

In the stinging rain.
She waits.
She deserves better
And I know now
That I cannot be what they want.

She calls to me
And I
Do nothing;
Watching, waiting, hoping
Something comes her way,
Its breaking my heart.

Shes dieing for the attention I cant give her.

So this old man,
He spoke to me.
The words lost on this young fool;
And I cant help but think,
That maybe I can still be what she needs.