It hurts to much to love
(That is a private thought
well not anymore so I'll use was)
It hurts too much to see
(Pain that is, no one minds
looking at things that are pretty)
It hurts too much to trust
(The more you trust the more it is
painful later on if things don't work out)
That is why I flee

Flee all these lies
Flee all this life
Flee all the wry
(Withering expressions)

Living life is uncomfortable
Difficult to in anything believe
I want to not be human for while
I want some relief- a reprieve

03/10/2003

Author's Note: How I feel at this very second but poetic.

Posted on 03/10/2003
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