At times like these, naked except for a bedsheet and hospital socks on my cold, aching feet, I wonder.
What happened to me?
Scratches and scrapes that will soon be stories to share my fame and all it's glory. Yeah, right. Everyone has a story so don't bore me. Stop being so negative ya big nancy and listen. Open your mind and follow along to what I am about to say.
I was in love with life, with a man, with my family, with my job, with myself.
Something went wrong.
I try to scratch my minds eye to see a little bit clearer,
like wiping the steam off the mirror,
to see who that person is standing in front of me
staring back like some distant memory...
I know him, he is myself, and he is alone.
Loneliness seems to be man's best friend. When there is no where else to run to, no one left to fight, when you are all by your self...can anyone relate to a feeling like: "this is the end."
TRUTH...
The truth is ALL WILL BE WELL.
Funny how easy it is to believe one's own lies
and how fast truth makes
everything okay.
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