strange

the pressue has grown
fear the seeds have been soewn
strange is it
try as hard as is
act as strange as i do
people come
there is fear that lines all of the pertective instinct
to stay away they hurt
worest is remember how much i miss them
try as done
say its just sex or uses of materals
i reilize how much i miss them
its odd to cry over this
so much can crumble
fall down
you can always get back up
but yet tears fall
over something thats not there
cry becuse of want
to be next to someone trust feel something
that hasn't been felt in years
but its just a want
to far gone to know if anyone could want to be around
be a freind
if i'm hurt
could i handle it again
never gets easier
but its strange
the things that can brake a man
compared to how much one can take directly
its the inner things that tare
and its turely stange