Stoned

It’s hard to be as stiff as a stone,
And see myself lying all alone.
Without the rain to sink my tears,
Without the sun to burn my fears.

The wind stills my bleeding hand.
When I am kicked, I understand.
When I am picked, I can’t let go.
And when I fall, it’s all I know.

Crush me now and stain my heart,
As I see you getting ready to depart.
None can tell how I feel inside,
This pungent pain, I choose to hide.