Doom.
Here's a little something I wrote a few nights ago before I fell asleep, as I do most nights:
You're sad,
and I don't know
how to help you
feel better.
I hate seeing
you this way.
I feel like
when you're sad,
I'm not doing my job.
I feel like I'm
not making you happy.
I wish I could do
something to make
you feel better,
but I don't
think I can,
and that really sucks.
I don't know where I'm
going with this;
I just needed
to write.
You said that today
was one of those days.
Well, you know...
You're not the only one
who has off days...
And you're not the only one
who was emo today, either.
You know,
sometimes I miss you so much
that it hurts.
I'm not using the word "hurt"
the way everyone else
uses it, either.
I mean, of course
it hurts emotionally.
When I say it hurts,
I mean in the sense of
causing actual pain.
My heart skips beats
quite often
when I brood over
not being around you.
I just feel an
overwhelming sense of
lonliness,
and we all know
that lonliness
can be quite painful.
Being lonely causes you to
say silly things,
or do silly things
such as writing
this silly rant.
All I'm saying is this:
You are not alone.
Seriously.
I'm here for you.
I'm here for a reason:
to make you happy
and to be happy with you.
I don't want you
to feel like
you can't go on
or
you don't
have someone
you can trust.
You know you can
trust me with
absolutely anything.
You know I'd love
to help you.
Remember what I said
a while ago?
I told you
not to hold
anything back.
I'm trying to do that;
I'm trying so hard.
I should sleep.
Please don't ever forget
that I love you.
Try to smile for me, okay?
I love seeing
your beautiful smile.
Well... goodnight.
Goodnight, lover.
I love you always and forever.