(Just because the title space is used)
Cutting away at the ties that bind,
While the winter's chill sets in.
Wishing a stranger's hand could find
mine, pulling me in
to the warmth and safety of the circle of their arms.
Keeping me free from the world's dark harms
bid on me by those I thought
might once have been a dearest friend,
but now I see that all they wrought
was the pain and destruction; bring the end
to this ache inside, this uncertain feeling.
Leave me alone. Get out. I need healing.