Look at me,
Im putting up walls, not letting anything in or out.
I’m in a box, no doors, no windows for light or oxygen, intake or release.
I hope you see how bad you hurt me, but I’m glad the you’re happy.
How does it feel to know that I can never trust anyone because of you?
How does it feel to know that I can’t really get to know anyone, or allow anyone
to really get inside me, because of you.
Are you happy that everytime I start to care for someone, I’m so worried that
I’m going to be hurt?
You have made me into a structure of self protection and jealousy.
Im so concerned with keeping myself from getting hurt, that I cannot truly know
a person’s heart or soul, no matter how brutal or beautiful..
I’m always looking for  non-existant alterior motives, and the lies in every
truth, reading far to deep into shallow situations, but I’m glad your happy.
I wish I could really share myself with someone and not worry about getting my
heart ripped out, or my spirit crushed.
Thank You
Thank You
Fuck You
From the bottom of my heart Fuck You
 

Joshua Keith Lyter
09/24/1999