Heaven Help Me

Love or Leave?

Closing my eyes, I remembered the song my father used to sing to me,
Rest now dear little one, your journeys almost done
You may be weary, you may be down,
But one day you find the one.
Don't be afraid, let him in
Take his hand and come
I know you are ready to be done
Finish up now and cleanse your hands
The battle is almost over and won
Come home dear little one
He will show you the way
Take his hand dear little one
And let him be your one

Sighing, I knew my father had sung this song in particular to me, he was showing me the way, but I couldn't bear to live without Michael, my heart couldn't take it if I lost him too. I almost killed him tonight. Guilt is eating me alive. I looked down at the chains wrapped around my hands and feet. I wasn't as weak as I once was, time was healing the wounds. But I don't think it can heal the hole left by Michaels death. Besides I don't love anyone at least that's according to him. Why do I keep thinking about what he said though? He says he loves me, but how can I trust him?