Because it crushes.
Maybe what I do may be just too overbearing for one.
Because it hurts.
Maybe what I say may be unjustifiable for another.
Because it neglects.
Maybe what I feel may be biased towards one.
Because it kills.
Maybe the consequences will drown me in sorrow.

That's about all I will do, and all I can do.
Maybe getting hurt in the process just sucks - because you know your actions are not creating that positive end.
So much for no expectations.
No expectations of the people around me, yes.
No expectations of myself - no.
I hate to spell it out, but I think I've just dumped myself into a bed of thorns.
Because it hurts on any side I turn.

My emotional roller coaster just took a dip for the day. Heart's screaming without a sound. Maybe hiding under the silky covers of the comforter will make me feel comforted. Beautiful tunes from the saxophone - maybe that'll smother the cuts. My quiet surroundings may just be the perfect companion at this time of the day.

Time for work.
Time for rest.
Time for wounds to heal.

Sylvia. Syl. And someone you'll never expect me to be.