Everyone has been there at one time or another.
You feel empty, soulless, hollow.
The thing's that made you happy now just send you into a nostalgic pit of depression.
Food taste's like death. Music shit. Sleep all but good.
You feel alone, yet claustrophobic. Everyone is crowding you, yet no one know's you're there.
You talk, yet it seem's like no matter what you say it isn't important enough for anyone to hear.
You feel alone. decaying. dead.
Alone.
I am alone.
I have always been alone.
It is all I know.
My view's. My attraction's. My Pain's. My Sorrow's. Have All Been Witnessed by me. alone.
I have always had no one.
But I still stood. And Smiled.
Because, I know there are other's, who fight this fight with me, though they do not know it.
Who are alone like me.
Who have also suffered at the merciless hand's of doubt and pain and ridicule. Like Me.
And who felt alone, with there back against the wall against impossible odd's. Like me.
You may feel as if your life hold's no meaning and that nobody would care whether or not you had lived or died. So many do.
You may feel as if you have nothing to give. or nothing to achieve. Like a waste.
I care.
I know you may not feel it, but you have so many positive attributes.
So many reason's for other's to care about you. Who seem to take it for granted.
I care, because your you. And I would miss you if you were gone.
I care, because you care for other's, you help them.
You see the good in everything. Even if I can't.
I care, because you would care for me.
I care.
Because I love you.
I have always loved you.
And I care because you would have wanted me too.
Happy Birthday.
- For Sarah. (1993-2010)