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Resisting the urge to fall again,

Reduced to a child-like state in the end.

As though my problems and my fears,

Are little more than empty tears.

Lost and alone, away from home,

I feel as though I'm on my own.

Distance myself, though I'm not sure why,

I'm not upset, I just want to die.

I have my dreams to live to serve,

Thrown to the wind by one struck nerve.

I find it takes so little now,

To hurt me, I choose to allow.

I'm scared of getting hurt again,

So now I almost prevent friends.

Tears have yet to openly flow,

However, they're not far, I know.

So easily I get upset,

There's just something I can not get.

I wish that I could know the truth,

Cuz I'm too tired to be hurt yet.



I'd love to be happy, I'd love to be free,

I'd love to be anything other than me.

I'd love to open up my heart,

But, I don't want it torn apart.

I'd like to think that people care,

But, I need someone who'd be there.

      -Lo Ruhamah