Get Well Soon

I know you're hurting,

But how can I help you?

I have never felt that before,

That is something I have never been through.

I feel useless,

As if I should be helping but am not.

I feel like I should write you a poem,

Or tell you a joke and make you laugh a lot.

Either way, I wish to ease your pain,

As best as I possibly can do.

But I still do not know how,

I cannot figure out how to help you.

I tried to make you smile,

And that worked, for a while.

Then you just returned,

To how you used to be, burned.

I want to help, I really do,

But I cannot if you keep pushing me away.

I would stay up all night to help you,

And even throughout the next day.

Are you listening? I believe so.

Not ignoring me? I hope so.

Now will you stay the same? I have no clue.

A friend in trouble, I will never screw.

Go, if you need to,

East of me, West of me, just let your pains stay.

Though I want you to be happy, wherever you stray.

Well, I guess this is the end,

Eventually I will have to stop.

Leave this poem, and not add any more.

Later, I will learn to endure.

So I will end in this section,

Only writing down a portion of what I feel.

Of course, for your pain, my heart will break,

Never will I forget Lucio, for your sake.