Poetry (2015-2017)

Me.

Being lonely stops me.
It makes me wonder.
Because maybe one day.
I won't be alone anymore.

Someone will take notice in me.
And I'll push them away.
Because my loneliness is a cancer.
I can't distinguish love from aloneness.

I don't want to use someone because I'm lonely.
I want to be around them because I love them.
I'm afraid of hurting other people's feelings.
Yet people aren't afraid of hurting mine.

My sensitivity isn't a overreaction or sign of weakness.
The least I want is petty sympathy, that's embarrassing.
Just take notice that it's there but never use it as a tool.

My feelings are so guarded that no one dares to dig.
It's a wall that most men would never think to climb.
Because it's just baggage to most living things.
God forbid, if emotions are part of the human soul.

I feel so alone in this world.
I've got no connections.
I'm so scared that I'll always be used.
As a plaything for another man.

I'll never be someone else's reason to live.
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I don't know what to say, I'm a mess.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.