One Last Plea

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Please don't hate me.
I didn't mean to be this way.
I was just trying to protect myself.
I think I went too far.

My walls grew too big.
In my desperate attempt to be strong.
I somehow made a mistake.
This wasn't what I thought.

I hurt too many people.
My cold exterior making them afraid.
But I had to be cold to survive.
Please won't you understand.

I didn't want this pain.
I was only seeking an escape.
The plan sounded so good at first.
I wouldn't ever have to feel.

But without the bad.
I could never hope for the good.
I pushed so many people away.
All so I could feel safe.

But is the safety worth it?
Is it worth feeling so lonely?
The past had left me to die.
So I never let another in.

All in an effort to be strong.
I gave up the emotions I had for so long.
That's what I was taught to do.
But it all backfired.

And now I'm so tired.
Tired of not feeling.
Tired of people being afraid.
Tired of being alone.

Can I fix my mistake?
It took so long to be this way.
So many years I have to erase.
Can you help me through it?

This is my plea.
To anyone who cares.
Help me fix my self.
Help set my heart free.

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