And I hate that I cry, I want this to stop.
But how can I stop some feature
That nature has given me?
The answer is I can't and what makes it worse
Is that I don't want anyone to see me this way.
I can't handle sad stories, I'll admit it.
It's either my heart or my soul
That breaks this bland mask off my face.
Why can't I just have something else
Than this emotion?
I can't handle death, I don't know what it is.
But I know it takes anyone away from you.
Why can't I have a conversation with them
Or at least send a letter to the angels?
Why do I have to fucking move on without them?
I can't handle being alone, but it's so ironic
How I'm writing this by myself.
Everyone feels so far away, I despise
Being so alone, but I'm frequently lonely.
It doesn't look like it'll end.
I can't handle finally loving somebody
Knowing that they might die sooner or later.
Or if I don't know them, I'm pouring my heart
For somebody I can't let go of.
That makes me soft, doesn't it?
And I know I can't stop these tears,
I can't stop a heart from hurting.
I want to tell someone how I'm feeling,
So they can know what I'm experiencing.
If they want, they can give me a hug or something.
I don't want those close to feel bad
But I don't feel the same way that they can.
I feel weak when I want to be strong.
And I often don't feel myself and I want it stop
But is it bad to ignore what makes you human?