the fear of getting hurt,

stays in my heart,

and repeats its self ,

over and over,

even though many try to make me ,

think its wrong,

but would they think the same,

if it where them every time,

if they played with their hearts,

if they embarrassed them,

if they personally made them hurt on purpose,

but yet i try,

seems i like to get hurt,

everyday of every moment,

because it seems that i follow the hurt,

seems I'm meant to cry on a daily basis,

till theres' no more tears,

and my eyes become the Sahara dessert,

seems my heart is meant to freeze ,

to the point that there's no tuning back ,

no happiness,

no smiles,

not even fake ones,

but i guess that's how it is, no?