42. Hurting

I keep bleeding inside
Searching for love and only receiving pain

I just want to have some arms,
Some arms I can throw myself into
And make the pain a thing of the past.

I am a nice guy,
But why can anybody listen to my prayers?

I guess I've to put an end to Mr. Nice Guy
And an end to this suffering.
I've to face things up,
Live in the fast lane.
I have to start dating more,
See other people.

I can't just keep on mumbling and worrying about my future
Where the only thing that exists is mist
Uncertainty. The Unknown.

D.