I'm scared.
It's easier to stay here,
because in some detached unfeeling way
I have grown accustomed to this pain
and I fear that if change does occur
anything that happens can only cause more hurt.
It's easy to loose a friend just because
you can
but harder to gain someone back you once hated.
It's easier to be rejected love
from a father
than to try, only to hear how much you have disappointed him.
It's easier to let someone you love
slip by
merely because they love someone else
and it would hurt for them to look at you
That way.
It's easier to hate a once good friend
when they irritate you
than to admit you envy them
but they bore you.
It's so much easier if here I would remain,
loosing everyone because it is easy,
but at this rate
I will loose even me.
