I always try to find words to say to you.
But, all that comes to mind is \"I love...

I wish I could get that feeling back.
The feeling of being of wanted by someone...

Second Grade:
My first day...

Today I wrote you a letter.
I poured out my heart and soul...

I don't want to fake what I'm feeling inside.
So much pain and anger built up...

Here it comes.
Another fight...

What happens if I walk away
And leave my heart in your hands...

Each day could be a new beginning.
But, I never take advantage of it...

You are rough material.
But, you have hold of me...

Do I love you?
Or, do I just love the idea of being with you...

I shut the door behind me.
Turned back around to lock it...

Suffering.
Crying...