Sometimes i wish my heart was detachable
so that every time i got to close i could quickly cut you away.
if i could stop myself from feeling your pain maybe i would be a better person.
i should stop trying to save the world and instead save myself, but i know in my heart of hearts that is something i cannot do, something i will not do.
i have the ability to be your superman yet i cannot find the strength to be my own super girl.
i am limited as to what my powers can do yet i still push them to my limits, exhausting myself in the process.
i love you, too much.
i hold you, too close.
i want to extract all your pain yet by doing so i seem to bring myself more.
i have the right words to heal your wounds yet mine remain open scars.
anger wells up in the core of my body.
and i am silent.
i can go days at being angry at you for the pure reason that i give so much yet receive so little.
and then i feel selfish.
and the self pity begins.
and i am caught in a trap,
one in which i am able to free you from
yet cant escape from myself.
then thats when you get mad.
and the hatred sets in, as silence begins
