Understanding

He had my heart,
he held it in his hand.
I gave him of my soul,
he didn't understand.

He leaned upon my shoulder,
when dark his troubles grew.
I gave him all my strength,
to help him pull on through.

I thought I knew him well,
I thought he was my friend.
But now I start to question,
if this friendship's going to end.

It seems all quite unbalanced,
I'm feeling really low.
For when I need a shoulder,
there's nowhere I can go.

For all I give and give,
seems little in return
My hearts an empty vessel,
when will I ever learn?
30/11/2010