I don't expect much sleep tonight
Wondering if complete solitude
Is the best option for my life
Every piece of love I touch
Crumbles at my fingertips
Feeling as though I need others
Ears on which to share and bend
But no other can be told
Anything that means anything
No one can be trusted in life
Not even myself at all
To love is to hurt, -a lot
And to myself, pain I can bear
But to others, I dare not think
I should grab it and rip it away
Peal it off like an old bandaid
The sting, pinch, bite, will be
But once that passes, it's done
No more infliction caused
No more wounds deepened
No more heartach given
No more self blame for other's pain
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