Surviving

[organizedchaos]

The close you come to me
The more exposed my wounds become
Wounds that I've been trying to hide my whole life
You pull me in
And they start to bleed again
So I have to run away
So that I don't bleed to death
I'll give you my body
But you can't have my soul
Don't take it personally
There's not much you can do about it
It's just a part of who I am now
Something I've been taught
And it's become a natural instinct
It's unfortunate
Because you are really great
And I'm just surviving

[free]

Oh, what a sad poem! I wish you to survive in a more loving way. Good write, though.