I am scared,
scared of a desire,
scared of a need,
to curl up into a ball,
and hide away from all.
I don't know if I can fight,
is it so bad to admit defeat,
to run away and hide?
Someone must loose in every single war,
there must be one to say "no more".
There are others about,
others standing by my side,
they take the hurt,
and I feel at blame,
cause I took it all before they came.
Giving away my pain,
is so easy, hurting friends,
it would be better
for me to dissapear,
never to cause pain or a tear.
There are so many ways to disapear,
friends and family know but a ghost,
a shodow that feels unbearable fear,
towards life, towards the sun,
emotion, happiness, love and shear fun
