I need something more than a few words to make me feel okay.
They'll be good for now; keep me sane perhaps.
Actions is what I need.
Anything from anyone.
Don't pity me, just show me you care.
If you're careless don't talk me down with your meaningless words, that's the last thing I need.
I'll just keep listening to this song like I always do.
Everything is on repeat.
Sometimes shuffle if I need something unexpected to surprise me. Then again, I'm expecting it.
My body feels empty and my head feels heavy. I don't speak out, not anymore. I'll keep to myself though, thanks.
If I need some physical attention I'm bound to find it. Left alone the morning to come.
If I need some mental attention, all I have to do is think of something that I yearn... whatever that may be.
Independent and strong is how I've been.
Loneliness is how I've kept my heart from leaving.
Laying on the living room floor with the heater blowing onto my flesh. My legs are red but I feel nothing. If I move I'll feel the cold breeze; I stay where I lay.
Everything is upside down moving and talking.
My feet inches away from the heat but I keep them there anyway, burning.
I don't care. I've felt worse.
To feel this is more than I've felt in a week.
Depression leaves words falling out of my mouth.
Yet happiness leaves me with nothing.
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Day in, day out - too much to try.
I try to tell you, but words run dry.
The steam it clears my head, helps me think.
So I can pray my heart won't sink.
Don't leave me I'm praying all alone. Don't leave me, I'm praying all alone lone. Don't leave me - I'm all alone. Don't leave me.
-Part of a song I wrote called "Praying in the shower."
I hope you feel better, kiddo. Message me if you ever want to talk.
P.S. I had to open a google blog account just to post this. =p
It would be helpful to know who posted the comment :p
It's sad that I know that comment was from Nate trout.
I love you. You're such an incredible writer.
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