My heart has been given
to the kind and the driven.
As it is nonchalantly cast back,
it hits the ground with a deadly crack.
I am crawling through the mess
that is my life’s distress,
constantly wondering when it will end;
when will I have a real friend?
I want to love but fear I’m not capable.
The pain I feel, it seems, is inescapable.
I know what I want, but can’t quite get there.
I’m left with more despair, becoming more aware.
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