Confessions of Random

I'm a wicca
I'm someone who cares to much
I stress and lose my hair
I love to easily
I love with all my heart
There are parts of me that those closest do not know
Yet I am so tired of hideing, of not trusting
Godess I do not know when my time will come
But I will except it
Dieing will not be that bad
I kinda welcome it
I am so tired of loving
It hurts so much
I get that I want to much
But at least notice me
At least show you care