Feeling like a crack baby
Longing to be held
But pained by that I most desire.
Every sense too raw,
Too exposed,
Too real.

Every word spoken
Hits too close to home.
Every blow dealt
Seems like the end.
Every scent sensed
Burns my nostrils.
Every last taste
Seems bitter and vile.
Every scene seen
Is more tragic than the last.

Feelings like a crack baby.
Wanting to be loved
But refusing to get close
Closeness causes pain
And the pain is too real.