Apr 27, 2005 18:17
You know I worry about you. I just want to make sure you're okay. I keep hearing things, realizing things. Maybe some of its just me being cracked, but it doesnt hurt any less. I still love you, I love you so much and I cant stand not being with you. I think maybe you havent been totally honest with me. Mostly I want you out of there, somewhere safe. You fight me on it, instead of fighting them. You hope for the worst instead of taking action for the better. I try to help you, but I feel that you dont listen to me. I feel like, now that I'm out of the picture, you dont pay attention to me, that you think maybe I'm working against you. I'm not the enemy. I'm the enemy the enemy fears.
I'm on your side, but I think maybe your feelings have you too jaded to see. Emotional scars are piling up and you wait til they burst onto your flesh. You come and go, come and go, you make me afraid. I still worry... I worry so much. I fear my own future because of your present. I want to help you escape your desolate prison, but you already have your knight. I want to help you get to him, to escape the hell God has put you in. I offer all I can in words, knowing that any touch of comfort would shatter me again. I willingly shatter my heart over and over again for you. I climb out of my dark place only to drop back in for you. If only I could help you see that you dont have to be alone in this. You have me, do I have you?