I'm told that I have friends, and that I have family that loves me, and looks out for me.
I have talents, and hobbies to occupy my time alone, and make me feel better about my accomplishments.
I have a very creative imagination that helps me express my ideas and feelings in many different ways.
I have thoughts that keep me up at night thinking about all that goes on in the world, as well as in my head.
I have school that usually takes up most of my time and frustrates the hell out of me.
I have people that I don't like to refer to as my enemies, but I know that's how they see themselves sometimes in my eyes.
I have people that I look out for, and people that look out for me.
I have people that I confide in, and people that confide in me.
I have my fears.
I have my beliefs.
I have those that I step on, and those that step on me, only to regret that they did it later on.
I have music to lift me spirits, or drag me down.
I have unexplainable feelings, and distorted images running through me all the time.
I have hopes and dreams, but I'm still learning what they consist of.
I have the need to be touched, and the need to touch others, but I'm afraid of what all sets of hands will do, to me and others.
When I think of all these things, I sometimes want them more than anything, or I don't want them at all.
But either way I push them from me, and we're all hurt and bleeding on the ground in the end.
Would you like to pick my brain?
I'll tell you what I've told all of them, you can't handle what goes through my head.
I push them away, a defense mechanism, if you're not around, no one gets hurt.
If you're around me too much, you'll become like me, and you'll go crazy.
It's happened before.
Avoid me at all costs, you'll regret all outcomes.
If I'm around you too much, we'll get too close, and then you'll do something...or I will, and we'll still all get hurt.
Why do people always want to hold you when you're crying?
I don't understand.
Don't touch me.
All I have are tears...
