I slam the door again,

as I enter my solitude, it's now my only peace.

Long ago I made a goal,

to forever be that person that nobody needed to worry about.

Now I keep my feelings to myself, my anger and frustration;

It feels like revealing it will make no difference,

people just want to let things go,

so for their sake,

I hold it in.

I pray and I pass my time,

using simple pleasures to hold myself together.

It's still there though-

that hollow, lonely sadness.

I could never forget it.

I often become scared of loosing my sanity,

I feel my heart, desperately screaming for hope,

for peace.

I dream of finding someone who I will feel comfortable holding onto,

as the dam I'd built to hold all of my restraint feelings-

finally opens, and I can finally let go.

Would such a person be what someone calls true love?

Until then I keep walking

I sometimes surprise myself that I'm still hanging in there.

I know I have purpouse though- that God has a plan for me.

That is all that has kept me going, for quite a while.