[Stefano]: 26.Poetry.Less than nothing

Under the guise of friendship
  he asked to meet.
With the pretense of empathy
  did he lure me.
Feeling the need of understanding
  I met him,
   learned to trust him,
   even to open my heart to him.
Then with the cold blade of carelessness
  did he wound me.

And now I fear myself closing off,
  becoming more calloused,
  more fearful.

How I miss the innocense of my youth,
  and the freedom with which I once faced the world.

Now there is only rain,
  and bitter winds,
  emptiness,
  and the sense of being less
   than nothing.