I'm going into a bad patch, I think. Some days I just feel the weight
of my loneliness more than others. Sometimes it all just feels so
hopeless, feeling that I've always been alone and always will. It's not
often. It sneaks up on me. I was just sitting here, minding my own
business, and I started crying. I'm sure I'll be back on top soon
enough. But for now, I'll just cry.
If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
In the ice or in the sun it's all the same
Yet I feel my heart is aching
Though it doesn't beat it's breaking
And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
I know that I am dead
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed
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