Reach Beyond the Pain
Aching for the touch of another,
But cannot bring myself to trust.
I see other people, happy people,
They know what love is supposed to be.
I dare not reach out, I cannot trust.
I did once, twice, got slapped for it.
I want to believe when others say they love,
But I heard those words before. Words only.
What is love? I thought I knew.
I don't know anymore. I wish I did.
I reach out instead to complete strangers.
They need the love I cannot give to others.
At least I know they need it.
That's enough for me.
There are reasons I'm taking medication. They're called "other people." - Me, displaying my anti-social tendancies