How can I say this?-- I know exactly how you feel. I feel this way so often it's disgusting and I remember how I felt this way in middle school and high school and college and still college, etc. Some may say we're dramatic. Some may say we need to get over it. We're too sensitive. We're too crazy. We're too something and everything and not enough, but I say, as you say, that: "There is a charge For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart--- It really goes. And there is a charge, a very large charge For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood"They do not understand, Meg. Sorry to be so pessimistic, but they don't. Will they ever? I don't know. And to end this comment with a cheesy but terribly true song verse:"A rock feels no pain and an island never cries."
I have no other words to say to you except I love you. And thank you. So much.
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