nothing has purpose,

or meaning to me.

not when you take my emotions,

and scatter them abroad.

i brave through storms and

shadows for you.

each time,

coming just out of death's reach.

and now i stand here,

bruised and broken....

and sobbing

when i tell people

why i am like this,

why you aren't here with me.

it embarasses me

and

cuts me inside

to know that nobody

will look at me the same.

all the walls come crashing down,

insert; london bridge.

take me as i am,

or leave me.

the load might be too much,

or too small.

but either way...

i don't want to burden you.