I keep coming back here.
It's getting harder to type through the tears.
But I need to get this out or I'll go totally off my rocker.
The nights are getting longer.
My pain is steadfast.
Unrelenting in it's pursuit to rip me apart.
I know I can't let it beat me down.
But it seems the harder I try to fight it off, the stronger it becomes.
It was just one word.
That's all you had to say.
That one word opened the gates of my hell.
I honestly thought I was stronger than that.
Apparently not.
I'm as weak as a kitten.
Oh, I put up a good front.
Never letting anyone see me down.
Except here.
I don't want pity.
I just want to feel again.
More than anything.
