fear

i shirk from writing verses now.. i donot know what to write...if i write about sadness, im filled with grief..happiness is not something i can ever make peace with . when i keep asking myself what i want , i fear from listening to my answers... love or the loss of it makes you a tragic person.. maybe love does not matter in the end, i fear my own hypocricies , i fear my own dungeons and such nights when i want to cry..i pity myself , i make my own choices , 
i fear my fingers stop at every word, i fear to hurt so many , but i fear too hurt myself most i am bleeding, but my tears, like my words and blood have become to thick am i closing up on myself, letting fear breed on my pain love or the loss of it has made me tragic indeed i fear my own fallacies and my malice i fear my demons may burn down castles of dreams my fears will suck my soul out ....