Lost, Found, And Chosen.

For The Ones That Care...

For the ones that care.

I am doing pretty well for myself.

The loneliness i feel in the bed of my room,

The wetness i feel on my pillows,

I have no idea where it comes from.

I want to say i'm happy,

I want to say i am entertained,

I want to say I don't feel like I'm at the bottom of the barrel.

I would love to say I feel like I am worthy of love..

But i cant.

Sometimes i have these moments where,

My life seems to be put on hold by my feelings.

They are all I can think about and all I can feel.

And it's never a good thing, it's always negative.

Still, I put on a full front and a ski mask.

I hide away my insecurities and my hurt.

But what hurts more is there is no one to talk to about it.

No one that can ease my burden, remedy my heart.

This letter is for the ones that care.

The ones who want to help, and show it.

The ones who love me and help me know it.

This letter is for the ones that care.

Weirdly enough there isn't one of you reading this that does.

There isn't one of you listening to my words that does.

There is no one that does.

This letter is for the ones that care.

At this point I don't even either.

So I can't blame you.

But I would care if someone made me want to.

And it's sad this damn book is the closest thing I'll ever get to that.

This letter is for the ones that care.

And unfortunately, it isn't meant for you..