But when all dust is calmed, I stand there alone. Wanting..no, screaming: me too, I need attention! I need shelter, too...
I know, I dont have to give so much for myself..but even though I know it, I cant help myself. I have build to care. Too much? I dont know about that...I rather care than be cold.
But then, usually, I end up to stand alone with my pain. It is, after all easier to take than give?
Now, as things are calm...I stand in the battle field alone. No roof to protect from rain! No walls to protect from cold. Just me... crying.
I dont know, how to be something else. I could ask for help, but somehow I believe..that if you are close enough you will see the pain in people next to you. But, what if I´m wrong? Maybe I´m just too good of hiding my feelings? That could be, too. After all...I have such a long training for that.
So, should I cry for shelter? Or just build one by myself...just...maybe hug or two...
It aint easy to be strong, sometimes. It´s a lonely job!