It is not good to get in this mood.
I am dangerous.
I hurt others. I hurt myself.
I have no words, a heart full of gravel.
I will retreat, for now.
I will search out the truth.
I have been called needy. Manipulative.
It is too much to face.
For now I will retreat. Reseal my heart, so that
I cannot hurt or be hurt.
I know this is fragmented truth, but for now
it is all I have.