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Thoughts are going wild,
They turn,
stop,
burn,
freeze,
darkens,
and lighten.
Where can I feel safe?
What can I do?
How can I make people see?
When can I make you all face the world?
Should I even try to change you?
Should I not just let you be who you are?
Why try to make a new world?
To feel safe.
To feel loved.
To feel wanted.
To not have this scars all over my heart.
They can heal.
But there's always scars left.
So many scars, small and big.
They can always open up,
just one word,
just one look,
just one touch,
and my heart starts bleeding again.
Again.
Again.
But it doesn't always leak blood.
It leaks this dark, cold poison,
Trying to take over my body,
make me stiff,
make me cold,
make me set up a defense around me.
I cannot see.
I cannot hear.
I cannot feel your touch.
I don't want to see.
I don't want to hear.
I don't want to feel your touch.
Can you see?
This dark poison taking over my body.
Can you hear?
The lonesome cry in my scared heart.
Can you feel?
How I tremble, when the words don't seem to be enough, to be meaningful, to reach you.
When my body screams.
I need you.
I need you so much.
The ones who I can feel safe with.
The ones who love me.
The ones who want me.
We need the support, the energy, the love from another,
to make it through in this cruel, loved world.
They makes us see,
hear,
feel.
But they cannot make us walk.
Even though they makes us complete,
we cannot walk out of their support, energy, love.
We have to take our own steps.
One at a time.
Slowly.
Fast.
We have to take those steps which wants us to go back,
and go forth.
We have our own path.
We're walking on it right now.
Sometimes together,
sometimes alone.
Sometimes in happiness,
sometimes in sadness.
I hate you.
But I cannot stop love you.
This cruel, loved world.
/ xDecember, 8/11 2008 (Copywright)
They turn,
stop,
burn,
freeze,
darkens,
and lighten.
Where can I feel safe?
What can I do?
How can I make people see?
When can I make you all face the world?
Should I even try to change you?
Should I not just let you be who you are?
Why try to make a new world?
To feel safe.
To feel loved.
To feel wanted.
To not have this scars all over my heart.
They can heal.
But there's always scars left.
So many scars, small and big.
They can always open up,
just one word,
just one look,
just one touch,
and my heart starts bleeding again.
Again.
Again.
But it doesn't always leak blood.
It leaks this dark, cold poison,
Trying to take over my body,
make me stiff,
make me cold,
make me set up a defense around me.
I cannot see.
I cannot hear.
I cannot feel your touch.
I don't want to see.
I don't want to hear.
I don't want to feel your touch.
Can you see?
This dark poison taking over my body.
Can you hear?
The lonesome cry in my scared heart.
Can you feel?
How I tremble, when the words don't seem to be enough, to be meaningful, to reach you.
When my body screams.
I need you.
I need you so much.
The ones who I can feel safe with.
The ones who love me.
The ones who want me.
We need the support, the energy, the love from another,
to make it through in this cruel, loved world.
They makes us see,
hear,
feel.
But they cannot make us walk.
Even though they makes us complete,
we cannot walk out of their support, energy, love.
We have to take our own steps.
One at a time.
Slowly.
Fast.
We have to take those steps which wants us to go back,
and go forth.
We have our own path.
We're walking on it right now.
Sometimes together,
sometimes alone.
Sometimes in happiness,
sometimes in sadness.
I hate you.
But I cannot stop love you.
This cruel, loved world.
/ xDecember, 8/11 2008 (Copywright)
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