I keep looking for comfort from them,

Wondering if I can trust enough for them to be my stem.

 

Shake me, wreck me and break me, I ain't crying.

Put yourself in my shoes you will know my dying.

 

I know it's not been easy to understand,

Was the hurt you gave me really unplanned. 

 

The memories I need to forget.

The more embedded they seem to get.

 

I now see others with my same deed,

The same mistakes with priorities that will later bleed.

 

You understand the china doll is broken,

The beautiful face outside is the gate that stops  it all from getting woken.

 

So I love others, all inked as me,

The tattoos of the past we can talk about with glee.

 

Remember the time, the moment, the follows,

The people that filled a picture have now become hollow.

 

Had a great trip ? Did you love what you saw ?

The trick was to feel happy and full  but you just became raw.

 

For some its just a rhyming read,

But if there's someone outside like me, I will be happy to greet.