Turn on the faucet 

Fill up your cup of sadness

Measure your loneliness

This life may let you down

And to escape from what's happening is what makes you only choose...

Choose to end what was that thing...

The thing that keeps drowning you from within,

The thing that keeps whispering at night 

The thing that keeps you away to talk to people and smile freely.

And that thing was not a thing 

But it was YOU.

You who owns your life,

Been captivated with hurt and struggles that run from your mind,

And giving a thought of trying to open up makes you hide. 

Handshakes, long conversations, telling your story. 

It is scary...

Scared enough to know if this person is good, and will never hurt you.