We all love God when things are right, but the fact of the matter is that they never are.
Written in a letter were words that quite possibly could have torn me in two. Though i'm hurt, I believe you wanted it to be this way...but I want you to know that I failed in trying to please everyone. The waves are crashing high at their peaks and I wonder,” what in the world are they running from, and what am I running from?" counting to ten and taking beep breaths. I’m almost out of opinions. So I close my eyes real tight. I just want to drive with my eyes closed. I feel numb, out of control. I think I’m going crazy. I swear I’m going crazy. I hear you asking, and you hear me pleading. "But it's out of my hands." You say. I can't save you. I can't even save myself. I’m not your savior. So save yourself. I just thought it was a bad dream, but in reality I knew the honest to god truth. Now all I ask is a little sympathy from the clouds now isn’t it fait I’m chasing after or has she come to kiss my death depart? I finally have a full understanding. But I wish it wasn't on these terms. Friend to friend. I would do anything to make it end. And sometimes the inspiration never comes. When all you want is someone to realize your depression. When all you want is someone to say that they care. The sun can be shining but you don't see it. And the love can be there but don't feel it. Sometimes the inspiration never comes and the ransom for your joy is just too much. And to show your face means they might judge. They always judge. When all you want is the will to get out of bed. When all you want is some understanding.