Others would use cold or brutal.
But so much more than that,
Is this person who she sees.
She says I will die,
I think she might be right.
But not from a physical wound.
Rather from a wound of the heart.
I know I can live like I wish but,
Who am I to decide what I do,
There are so many more who do so for me.
I am lost, I am alone, I am me.
No one to hold and none to listen.
Not even her,
the little life of my caring and protection.
Why am I to live with the pain of other's ignorance.
How do I care for one when I can barly care for myself?
Myself, the proud one who is me.
It shall never show on to the world.
I can wear a mask forever,
but what help will come of it,
When I cannot even hide it from myself.
It, that is my lack of what makes all live.
But no!
I will be me,
And be proud of who that me is.
I am me.
I am not alone,
I am together.
I am not lost,
I am mearly finding my way out.
And I can live with me.
I will find a way to make her love me.
She is my life, my love.
My Kagome.
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