It’s like a tangle of Roses. The problem is complicated. And if I try to unravel it, I get hurt. Motivation is what I need, Some driving force, Something to look forward to, Something to rely on. I wish I could click my fingers, And disappear to another place. If I had kept my mouth shut. Suffered alone, in the dark. I wouldn’t of risked losing everything. All the things I tried hard to keep close, All I did was cause others pain. I know what I am, But do you? Do you want to know? Who can I trust? I trust the wrong people who I can’t trust. And the people I can trust, I don’t. Why is life so tortuous?