It comes to everyone
someday or another;
when it becomes important
to shut yourself in
and not let the world outside know.

It comes to everyone
this way or that;
when it doesn't matter whether or not
you have anyone to listen
to your woes or complaints.

You live with your cracked heart,
cherish lovingly your scars,
caress your wounds and bandage your soul
and tell yourself aloud
that you're alone and okay with that.

It comes to everyone
slowly or all of a sudden;
and you bear it until it heals.
But it looks like it has come to me
to never leave.