The Me I have been creating is for Another.
Though I came to realize it long ago...

In habitude, but futilely,
The caring gestures...

The pitiful blossoming,
Unquenchably craved...

Once more, it starts.
The gathering of smiles...

For once,
If I stopped healing...

Why does it have to be so painful to be loved?
I know it. This is how you show your love...

There is an answer.
I have something to live for...

Do I have to live as a redemption child?
Do I have to be made of caressing...

Do you know
What no one knows...

Though I shed no tears,
I am crying...

Wise words
Bedim the cruelty...

Wise words
On naive ears...