Change

Maybe I can't do this anymore.

I have so much on my plate lately and hurtful words certainly do not help me.

Change all you want- while I have no choice but to be stuck in this brain and body.

Maybe it's good, after all, the possibility of moving out of here.

Maybe I need a new home, a different town, an unfamiliar environment.

Maybe I need to be far away from the scars that have been painfully silent.

Help me, God.

Help me burn my heart to ashes.

For it weakens me more than it strengthens me.

Teach me to be loveless.

Teach me to be mean.

Teach me how to stop feeling, and waiting, and hoping.