Its growing again,
That feeling inside,
the dark, vast, empty space,
that is my heart.

Frustration and anger swells once more,
every time i think.
Of you.
Of how much hurt and pain you carry every day,
but share it with so few.

Weakness is not to let someone in, but rather; to not.
Strength is freedom to unite. To share the burden you carry.
There is always someone there to listen. And care.
Care like no one has before.

Open your eyes and see,
that its there before you.
Strength. Commitment. Trust. Love.