Not Again

As the rest of the world sleeps..
Here I am, awake..
So many thoughts running
Rampant inside my head..
So much reality that's been
Shoved into my face at once..
I don't live in Neverland..
I don't live in a fantasy world..
Trusting is the task of embiciles..
Love is the disease
That preys on the soft-hearted..
It turns us into fools..
Makes us blind..
To do either one,
To allow anyone that close..
Would be the ultimate
Trip into oblivion,
Into utter stupidity..
I'm a student to the pain
Of doing otherwise..
But with each wound inflicted,
My heart becomes harder..
The stone is strengthened..
Eventually, no one will be
Able to hurt me again..