It's
easier for you to walk away, than it is for you to reach out to
me.
It's easier for you to look away, than it is for you to see
the depth of my despair.
It's easier for you to look through me,
than it is for you to see "me."
It's
easier for you to distance yourself, than it is for you to really
care.
It's easier for you to hear, than it is for you to
listen.
It's easier for you to judge, than it is for you to
understand.
It's easier for you to label, than it is to get
acquainted.
It's easier for you to bask in your joy, than it is
for you to feel my pain.
It's easier for you to bewilder at my
mysteries, than it is for you to probe deeply into the depths of my
soul.
It's
easier for me to look away, than it is to let you see the feelings
betrayed through my eyes.
It's easier for me to cry, than it is
for me to talk.
It's easier for me to walk alone, than it is to
risk rejection.
It's easier for me to push you away, than it is
for me to be held.
It's easier for me to distance myself, than it
is to trust that you won´t hurt me.
It's easier for me to die,
than it is for me to face life's challenges.
It's
hard for me to smile when I am hurting.
It's hard for me to talk
when you won't understand.
It's hard for me to reach out when I
need help the most.
If
only you'd really look at me and see who I am.
If only you cared
enough to reach out when I push you away.
If only you'd hold me,
without asking why.
If only you'd acknowledge the validity of my
feelings.
But
it's the easy roads that are most often taken.
And so I hurt
alone.