Sitting
As I sit here alone day in and day out, I can't help but wonder fear and doubt. When times get tough for me to bare, will you still be there? I know this question I've asked a millon times, but lately it's been hard to read your signs. One minute your here the next your gone. These thoughts have lingered for so long. Why do I feel the way I feel, all you say is suck it up and deal. I spend so much time trying to clear my head, but circling around are all the things we've said. I wish you were here to talk to me, to help me see the people we can be.
May 28, 2005
