Friday, May 1, 2009


Friday, May 1, 2009
My heart hurts
Lovesick, homesick, comfortsick

All I want is to be held
Comforted until I fall asleep

I need someone to care
I want to be put first, above all else
Worshiped, revered, held sacred

Not a frightened lonely little girl
I need your strength to pull me through this
If only you would open your eyes
And see that I'm struggling


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