I longed to belong.
Just one friend would be nice.
I want to know what it feels like to have - that special bond with someone.
I guess noone wanted that special bond with me.
Watched the people pass me by,
My chances ruined by my nefarious anxieties
I always tried to be impervious to my own feelings.
But somehow they always found a way to break me - chipping against my hard exterior that I created so i could not feel.
But the truth is, I long to feel something -
For others mostly.
And when the clock hits that late hour
I feel everything and I mean everything, like a tun of bricks falling upon my shoulders - I fall apart.
I almost wished someone broke my heart. Trampled on it even -
So I could have a reason to be so ****ed up.
Messed up, broken, torn apart.