That familiar burning is back again.
The moment when my tears come when not wanted,
but I can't stop.

A few small words hurt me again,
but isn't that all it takes?

I wonder often why I'm still here--
why I haven't thrown myself away...

I guess I'm scared...
but not of death,
just of people being disappointed in me.
But I guess they always are anyway.

A little love...
A little positive encouragement...
A little care and effort from the people I actually want it from.
Is that so hard?

I guess it is...
Sorry for being selfish.
If I could give up so easily, I would,
but I can't,
so I just scream and cry
in hopes to be heard and understood,
but that's crazy, huh?

At least I tried.