all my plays have tragic endings
I feel so dead inside lately...so alone. I thought I had love but it's gone now, or so it feels that way...seems that way. This lonliness gwans at my insides constantly. Why do things change and break apart. Why is my whole world a mess. I need some clarity, some comfort. Will you crawl in bed with me and put your arms around me? Will you stroke my hair until I fall asleep, and will you be there when I wake to kiss the teardrops from my cheek? No....you won't, because you don't exist.