Always the strong silent type. Never let anyone in.
Left with nothing but my thoughts.
I fight a battle I cannot win.
Reaching out is not my style,
But I've got nothing left to lose.
A warm hug or a simple smile,
I'm much to desperate to choose.
So many others have faced the same.
More now than ever before.
I guess we have ourselves to blame.
A searing fact that burns to the core.
I don't know how they've all survived.
For me this all feels so out of place.
Nothing seems right and all is in shambles.
I wish nothing more than a friendly face.
Alas I find no comfort,
For I have crossed that line.
The one that dictates who we are.
Mine has faded and often isn't visible.