Sometimes I might act as if I don't give a damn,
at times I'm insecure, I just hide it,
it's who I am.
Sometimes when I tell you that I need some space and time,
it's because any problems I may have
are honestly just mine.
I feel that I am worthless, broken and defiled.
I blame myself for not coping,
cry with the desperation of a child.
I wish that I could feel anger, but I only feel despair,
sadness, loneliness, helplessness, all these
but nobody seems to care.
In these last weeks I've spent wondering, I have reached no conclusions,
I guess that's just the way my life is now,
full of hurt, pain and confusions.
So forgive me if I lie to you by saying "I'm all right",
but I'd rather keep you out of the dark,
and firmly in the light.
I'm sorry if sometimes it seems I'm pushing you away.
Most of the time I do need you,
if only to say "Hey!".