To be in this life it's needed by some to be numb. All the haters and killer's of the spirit. Kindness towards your fellow man is almost unheard of. When you meet haters they desguise them selves as possible people who care. Then it's not long before you see the truth. It wears you down. Not being able to trust a new friend I devastating. The miss trust over comes. Leaving lonlyness hopeless delusions. To overcome the hurt opens the door to love and trust anew. Taking the chance to believe again is hard but it's better than lonlyness. Lost I am found I must do for myself. If I can't find me then who can?