I wish someone was there to pull me into a hug whenever I cry.

~Yumi.

I'm at that stage

That stage where I'm starting to hate myself again

Seeing the

Unhealthy side of

I cringe but

Sometimes I just can't help it.

I know that

I shouldn't expect

Anything in return when I give

Because giving is an act of volunteerism

Something you do when you

Expect nothing to be given back to you.

Yet still I wish that

Instead of loving

I could feel loved once in a while as well.

But everyone's weak too,

And not just me

And me who had been labelled as strong,

Is left to deal with things alone,

Most of the time.

I don't dare to speak up when I'm feeling hurt inside,

Even if I feel it all the time,

Because everyone is hurt as well,

And before them why should there be me?

I try to

Tell myself

I can manage,

You're grown up.

You know how.

Yes.

I know how.

But the child inside of me,

Seeks comfort

Seeks love.

Sometimes I wish there could be someone out there

Who could, just like when my friends are hurt,

Sit down with me, and give me a short talk about life,

Make me realize things I never had before

Make me smile again

I long for that kind of comfort

But because I'm too strong

Maybe that's the only weakness I'll ever have.

~Yumi.