I hold on to people too tightly. <br />The cuts in my flesh represent that. <br />I let nothing go, and no matter how hard I try. <br />I can’t make people see how much I care for them. <br />They say they do, and go on with their lives. <br />While inside, I wonder, how hard must I try? <br />To get people to know how much I care. <br />How much I love them, and what I would do. <br />Just so you know, I would die, die for you.<br /><br />Nick Schultz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-of-regret/
