Uncertain

Worth more...
Hoping...
See Through My Eyes...
I'm A little lonely...
Heartache...
Shaken & Lost...

"The pain is coming back, maybe it's getting a little harder to cope with. No one to talk to talk to, no ears to really listen, might as well be mute. Talking to oneself for comfort, grasping for what little control that is there.  I'm pulling my hair out, finding the arrow cut a little too deep, piercing into this oblivion known as me, finding it's place. Lost."

Little by little, you're moving further from me. Little by little, the pieces are falling into place through this thing called space. I'm waiting, hoping, picking these torn shells from the sea of hope that washes to the sandy light of day. It's very shattered, very torn, having been bled and nothing left. I tried to sew it together and chain it with this thing called hope...but hope is a very very thin chain. Maybe if compassion gave in a little and helped to mend this broken thing then it will be okay to walk the beaches, searching for the missing pieces that is you...

If I can't rely on you...

If I can't speak to you...

If I can't hold you...

Lost