Experience has shut me down.
The fire of self-rejection burns
through the hallways of my mind,
letting loneliness in as a gasoline.
It's time to retrain myself
to stop being so predictable.
I can't carry on letting people
love me then break me,
leaving me stuck on the ground
in a world where love is too expensive.
I am broken,
but I won't ask for help.
I will not submit into the temptations
of human connections.
As far as I can see,
it only ever leads to another broken heart -
and I won't risk that!
The old me is dead.
Most days I don't ever recognise myself
because I have turned so cold.
This personal game is not scared
to be lonely most of the time,
maybe it's gone crazy,
or numb from being ice cold.
Either way, it has captured me,
turning me into all that I am not.
