I don't know how to put this into words.

This pain.

Sometimes they come to me, but then I lose them. Everything dissolves back into this.

I'm not sure what happened. It's all so confusing. Jumbled up in this head of mine. I think maybe it's my fault. It must be. But then again...

I don't know what to believe anymore. It's impossible to tell lies from the truth.

I'm not sure if I know how to believe anymore.

Sometimes I'll just get so angry. I'm sick of being lied to. I'm sick of not being worth the truth.


I'm almost making myself see the bright side of everything. Wasn't it Emerson that said something along the lines of "When it is dark enough, you can see that stars."? Well that's me. The thought that I try to focus on is how so many people are expressing concern for me and so many people just want me to be happy again. It's healing me. Or starting to.

I fell from up high to land safely in the arms of my friends.

I may not be ok now, but I will be eventually.

Through my friends, God will heal me.