A sad song plays on the radio. I start to cry. It's so hard to bear the fact that the ones you love are such a distance from you. It�s so terribly difficult to watch people live their lives so happily while I break down when I hear a simple song on the radio. Talking about home and love and lost friends: My friends are drifting away from me, and from each other. My love is for only one man, and he's the one man who lives hundreds of miles away from me. My home is no longer a safe haven, but a place where love and friends mingle in chaotic confusion. There is only a small part of my heart that hasn't been pierced with the poison-tipped arrows of reality. That is the part of my heart that causes me to cry every time I hear the sad songs...that is the part of my soul that weeps whenever I see or hear something that reminds me of them. There is no light for me...I sit in the dark and listen to my music, crying whenever a song comes on that reminds me of them. It has become rather a pain to listen to music in public, because those very songs make me cry. These lyrics are destroying me. There is nowhere left for me to run. I cannot face these sad songs. They will not spare me. They will kill, devour, destroy me. There is no hope. Only my music is my escape. Until these distances are destroyed and the decisions are ignored, my sad songs are my escape.
