Who Will Be There For Me

Every single day it is the same story, I listen to other peoples problems. They rant about the issues of their life while I sit in silence. Occasionally I will make a comment and give a sigh so they know I am still listening. In the end, I offer a helping hand or some words of advice. It is all in confidence and respect. But after it is all said and done, who will be there to listen to my problems. These people are my close friends, but there will never room for discussion on my issues. When will it be my turn to let out the pain and have a shoulder to lean on and cry. The pain I bare is my own, and it is something I carry everyday. The hurt of isolation. The pain of a broken heart. All I could ever want is my family nearby and a man to call mine. These are things I will never attain. At night I wonder what it might be like, but all it causes is sorrow. So for now I tuck my feelings of hurt away and listen to the difficulties of everyone else's lives.