Rare Secret

Well I'm not good at keeping secrets
I know I'm one who loves to share
And whenever something big happens
I talk as much as I dare
But I've got this one secret
That I'll never utter out loud
I'll never tell a single soul
And for this I feel so proud
Cause you see I'm no good at keeping secrets
I'm one who loves to share
But hiding this one major treasure
Makes me as happy as I dare

Please Stay

I dedicate this poem to a friend of mine.

You're in a dark place
With sense of no escape
Your heart is on a race
And your mouth is under tape
You just want it to end
To finally get some peace
Your will begins to bend
But just listen to me, please

Put the knife down
You can walk away
Don't let yourself drown
Stay with me, please stay

Your emotions are in a whirl
You don't know how to feel
You're just a small and frightened girl
Will you ever heal?
To be honest, I don't know
But it just doesn't matter
I know you're feeling low
But give up and my world will shatter

You think leaving will solve everything
That it will make the whole world right
But not for those left behind
You have to stay, I'll help you fight

So put the knife down
You can walk away
Don't let yourself drown
I'm begging you, please stay

The Swing

I am thinking of using this for a poetry comp, so please give me your honest opinion :)

Sitting on the swing, deep in thought,
My toes brushing against the grass.
Moving backward, moving forward,
My mind has wandered too far
It feels like I've been on the swing forever,
Though I've been here for maybe half a day.
It's a place where I can sit and think,
When my mood is overly grey.
I am sitting on the rusty old swing,
A cool breeze blowing through my hair.
It reminds me that the world can be nice and calm,
Even though it's sometimes unfair.
Sitting on that swing, I wonder:
How long has it been here?
A single swing in a tiny park,
And an old tree is very near.
This little swing, aged and creaky,
Is in a suitable spot.
And I love to sit on this much loved swing,
Whether I'm happy or not.

Can't Let Them Down

It's been a tough day and I cannot wait to get home
Can't wait to shut my brain down
But before I am even halfway there
Up comes a friend who's feeling down
She is a mess, she needs my help
And of course I can't turn her down

My mind is a mess, it's in a whirl
I don't know what to do
I want to ask for help, for advice
But first I have to help you
And by the time I've listened and advised
And given all the help I can
My feelings have locked down, I can't talk
But I my God I wish I can
I know it's great people turn to me
I'm always happy to help
But there are just so many who need me
There's only so much I can do by myself

I always want to turn to someone
To let them know I'm hurting
But before I can, they turn to me
And of course I can't let them down