Some days I feel like I'm just another person, another person that you pass y. I feel like you ignore me most of the time. My life is pointless without you here. Please come back. I need some sort of reason for me to keep living. I keep doing this. I cry without you here. That's all I need. I just need for you to notice me. I scream without you here. I don't know what to do. Running out of ideas is not very good, even though I get the occasional one. But that doesn't even work, without you here.
Without You There
September 6, 2010