If you could see, inside of me,
There is a hole, of want and need,
Like a cut on skin, I bleed within,
My protective shell, is wearing thin,
I hide away, my hopes and dreams,
I fear my mind, will burst with seams,
Only few, I must confess,
Have held my head, upon their breast,
Be still this space, deep in me,
I wish you here, in hour of need,
Take my hand, or hold me tight,
Dispel the tears, in dead of night,
But alone I am, as I write,
No one here, to share the fight,
I wipe my eyes, upon the sheet,
And lie here still, but not in sleep.
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My protective shell, is wearing thin,
I dont feel it should have a comma. x
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