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Sometimes when I am alone.
I feel empty, like there is nothing in my heart.
No one to love.
No one to talk to.
Just empty.
And then I start to think about what might happen.
I think about if I get a phone call saying "yes he just passed away from cancer"
I wonder how I'd feel then.
Probably like there is a black hole in my heart.
And that there is something missing.
And I think about what I'll do when I'm hurt and crying.
And I won't have that person to call anymore.
And I think about how he feels.
And I wonder if he's in pain.
And then it all builds up in my mind and it turns into
something I can't handle.
Then I lose it.
Then I feel a hand on my shoulder.
That tells me that I am never alone.
And never will be alone.
~*Lydia-R-Camp*~
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