Following the Eye of the Storm

I started to cry,
Once more, for the fifth time that night,
And she held me,
And lifted me and looked me straight in the eye,
And asked me if I was cutting
I cried and cried and stained her sweater dark blue,
And she loved me,
And she comforted me

He stood in the lonely room,
And brooded over his own thoughts and feelings,
While the world continued its stormy path,
Leaving a trail of tears behind it,
And he is trying the follow the eye of the storm,
While the rest of us know it will end soon if we just let it pass by
I almost feel guilty for leaving him behind,
But he's a big boy, he will catch up on his own time.