kewseylee

It's like a pin-prick... Only a thousand times worse. It is a pain of it's own kind. Sympathy is not sought after, For I am not suffering the most I am sure. A dead weight in my stomach, Sometimes a tear in my eye... I grieve with myself, me, alone.   The misgiving is mine to deal with. Remorse is my new best friend it seems. If only you knew, if only I could show you, You are my Sunshine, but it is raining. Why...How...is all I can ask myself.