Tuesday, November 17, 2009

This Time Tomorrow

What is it about me that people find so comforting, maybe they think I'm as sad as them, and so they are drawn to me, and all that comes along, I've died before, and I don't regret it, I'm glad to be born again, and the people around me that are depressed, dead, lonely, hurting, it seems too much. If I can help, that's enough to make me happy, but all too often it seems as if people just want/expect me to be jaded enough to give them permission or something. I don't want anyone to die. I want everyone to be happy. I may not have happiness built into me, but i would never wish that on another. i lack that, but i'm not a fucking robot. i'm hurt, too, and i do not want this. i have ears, and they are open, but when we're past that, i don't understand what's left. trust me, it hurts. Please be okay, i am love, and you should be too.