Jun 22, 2005 15:05
Torn.
That really describes it well. I'm torn in so many different directions. I just don't want to go back there. Please, if any of you really love me, you won't let me go back there. I'm so scared right now. The problem is I need a whole day because I won't just sit down and talk to you. Its not how I work. I cut myself open, but you still can't see the wounds I try so hard to show you. I cry, but you still don't see the tears. Why am I so lost and alone right now? I know I shouldn't be. I'm so afraid. So very alone and so very very afraid. I just sit and hold myself because no one else will do it. I cry because I can not hold it back anymore. I tried to be strong. I really did. I wanted to be healthy. I think I still do. But then its carved right there for me to always remember... HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU No one quite realizes what is happening here. I'm not right. Its nothing you need to talk sense about. There is something so much more right here. I'm just torn. Ripped apart... I'm torn.