Unable To Love Poem by Neil Absconditus

I am afraid of two things in this world; to let myself love, and to hurt someone I might care for. All I'm left with is a depressing state of loneliness. Sadness.

In brief moments I can feel a gentle flutter in this empty void. As if the bird caged up within are trying to break out. Then, again, sadness. A feeling of being crushed, like someone is standing on your shoulders, pressing on your chest, your stomach. The throat tightens up. If only you could cry, get it out of your system, but you can't. You don't cry.