There are times when all I want to do is to break down and start crying,
to crawl into a little ball and hide under the covers.
Most of the time I feel that way I have to keep myself from looking
looking at the hiding place to my razor blade,
or the medicine cabinet
or from going into the kitchen.
Every time I feel this way it is you that I always want to talk to,
that I always want to be there,
that I want to comfort me.
I would never let you be with me when I am like this though.
I never want you to see me when I am so completely broken
and messed up that I don't know which way is up
and which way is down.
