My Tongue Is A Pen Of A Ready Writer

10 /06/12

Thinking about all I have done

Its just my son and I

But I still remain one

Maybe the lack or loss of friends

Is the reason I feel so low ?

Oh no it sure ain't

My head is pounding

I hope I don't faint

I feel so alone

But I know the Lord is walking with me

Just want the presence of a physical body close to mine

To console me

Is that too much to ask for

How long shall I be ignored

And misunderstood

Feeling like something is wrong with me , but is there?

Or is it just me ?