Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Grrr

That I can't say the words or have you hear them

Doesn't give them any less meaning

That I can't touch you, see you or speak to you

Doesn't change the need and desire to do so

I took for granted that you would always be here

Time does not heal, only making it all the more real

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I can't help feeling disappointed, still

I can't help feeling the rejection, still

I can't help feeling the betrayal, still

I can't help feeling the heartache, still

I can't help feeling this way, still

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