I'm familiar with the pain Of living up to "your own name" Just another tile in the sidewalk. Invisible to most, but unspeakably hurt when stepped on. A heavenly plea for affection or closure. Wishing for the loving embrace of another, Providing the means to keep on going. Under so much weight. I am no one. My heart has always been a shelter for others. Emptiness is pouring down, I can't find any cover. Sometimes I wonder Why these thoughts of suicide bring me so much fucking peace of mind. I'm familiar with the pain Of living up to "your own name" If I ever lose hope. If I feel like I will drown. If I'm tied onto a rope. Weep in vain, then cut me down. I'll face the world with strength I haven't mustered.