What hurts most is that we were so close but too far to mend.

Y'know, I've just realized that if you do not dare to open up to others for long, you'll soon lose sight of who you really are, being unable or forgetting how to open up to even yourself. Everything would be kept in the moss grown black titanium treasure box in your heart. And when the lid's opened even a crack, you would not know how to deal with all of those crammed in feelings and just slam it in, shut it out. These feelings are left to fester and grow into a deadly, prickly rose bush that would rot you from inside out. Eating. Feeding. Killing. Until that lock on the titanium box cracks and breaks open, and the softly singing prelude would break out into a deafening climax, shredding you from inside out.