I am well protected Too locked up Inside myself To get free - Henry Rollins

I could fall in love with a cruel desert that kills without passion, a canyon full of scorpions, one thousand blinding arctic storms, a century sealed in a cave, a river of molten salt flowing down my throat. But never with you.

I think to myself:
I don't want to survive this one
I want to burn up in the wreckage

The only difference between me and others is that they think they can change something with cute little poems, nice cards or embracing trees and being nice to little lapdogs.