The Comfort Of Hiding

I'm letting myself down gently so that when it happens it won't hurt so badly. I can evenly disperse it throughout a week rather than a moment.

It's inevitable, I can feel it...don't try to mask it. I see through the facade. You couldn't even look at me, could you?

Why are you acting like this, and why do I just feel crawling under my comfortable rock.

It's where you found me, and I think I should go back home.

I'm not sure if I can love anymore.

but.maybe.i.m.wrong.