You want to get close to me,

You asked about me,

You want to know so much about me,

I’m letting you know about me,

Yet you’re about to lose me.



Eventually, I start to pull away from those who know too much,

Knowing too much means having the power to hurt me,

I start to regret when others know too much,

My heart can’t handle others hurting me,

Thus, it’s better for others not to know too much.


You see in the past I trusted the wrong people,

They showed me a life without friends is better,

Yes, those I once called a friend were the wrong people,

Leaving them made my life better,

Now I no longer use the word friend to label people.