A feeling unknown

Does kindness really exist?
That true pure human quality which we call compassion.
Is there really a someone out there
who would me hold me when I cried?
Who would not walk away when I say the oldest lie in the book
and say I’m fine,
but would you wipe my tears
and demand the truth instead.
Is there really a shoulder out there?
That would take the weight of my troubles,
and hold me until the pain ceased.
When will real arms replace those of my own?
Or am I asking too much
and being too human
in this obsessive quest
of a loving hand.
Is it just simply another dream of invincibility -
a quality too special for any of us to possess.
If so,
then I’d just like to know, for sure
whether we are really are all just the same;
empty and alone in our pain.