Literature
Never Let Go
Guess I'm really warm,
But you know...
I don't feel like it.
So cold,
I'm so cold...
You could say I'm really accepting,
Really kind,
Empathetic.
I don't know how else to be...
I try to tell someone,
I'm so cold...
So cold...
But guilt comes and attacks.
Full force.
I know people tell guys,
"Crying doesn't make you weak,
It makes you human."
And I say that too,
To everyone...
But I don't listen to it myself.
Guess I'm like a guy in that way.
Wish I could break down,
Ask you to hold me.
But if I did that,
The guilt would crush me...
Like a boulder over an ant.
I just don't feel right...
Crying when people out in the world...
Well, they