When I say he’s a wreck…
Drugs. There were drugs.
They’re gone now though.
I only wish I could have helped him
And suicide. There was almost suicide.
I can’t tell you where that is.
But I dream that it’s someplace far off
I only think I could have helped him
Depression. There’s depression.
Still living? I couldn’t know.
But I hope he stays happy
I only remember what he says.
But when I say I love him…
The truth is, I could be wrong.
I barely know him
But he would never judge me
The truth is, I hope I do
Love is all I want
And he would never hurt me
But the truth is I hope he doesn’t love me back.
I hope he never will.
I hope if he does, it will vanish soon.
I hope I wouldn’t hurt him.
Because to be honest, I am afraid of love.
It’s scary
It’s intimidating
And I only know in the end, one of us will have to get hurt in order to grow up.
You can only be with someone for so long…
And I am hard to manage.
Oversensitive and depressed
He would be enough but I wouldn’t show it.
Because I am scared; and I have faced my fears one too many times.
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