Why Can't I

I am scared of dying alone..

I am scared of crying to my very bone.

I am scared of hands which detach..

I am.scared of any familiar touch.

I am scared of lying asleep with no one

Bothering to wake me up.

I am scared of going on with no one

Asking me to stay over.

I am scared of trying harder and then

Running into a dead end.

I am scared of closing eyes and waking

Up to a room full of strangers.

I am scared of tears flowing through cheeks which are unstoppable.

I am scared of words that means nothing.

I am scared of promises that always fall out.

I am scared of happiness which is short lived.

I am scared of innocence not so meaningful anymore.

I am scared of hidden stories beneath deep eyes.

I am scared of lies covered under pretty faces.

I am scared of politely killing someone.

I am scared of kindness withholding wrath.

I am scared of anger struggling to pounce on.

I am scared of smiles that I will never again encounter.

I am scared of lives just slipping away from my finger tips.

Sweaty hands dampening grip..

Why can’t I save anyone by the end of this trip.