Raise your hand if you want to feel better today...
Four days later... I find myself dweling on the fact that I have no one to turn to, and nowhere to go except my apartment where I am all alone for a good 20 hours of my weekday. All I do is sit and think about what I want to say, and then come up with ways my words could be shot down by the people I want to say them to. I am constantly trying to find distractions, ways to mask my emotions and convince myself that I am something more than human. "What do I do now..." I ask myself, hoping for once that I'll come up with an answer I won't hate moments later. I deserve to have a voice, right? I should stand and shout with a passion that I know I have inside! But, there is more in me... the 'ice to my flame' so to speak, and it wispers "you're wrong" after everything I feel.... It has no need to be more than a wisper, because as a soft, clear and confidant voice it sends a chill down my spine.
I don't know what to do, the girl this is all regarding was the only person I even started opening up to, and now she's gone. I am so alone... and I am the last person I want be with.
I don't know what to do, the girl this is all regarding was the only person I even started opening up to, and now she's gone. I am so alone... and I am the last person I want be with.