What will it be, what will it cost...hurting him because you are hurting me.
My mother is ill, and deep down I know I'm not handling it well...I can't handle this pain and life is so faded, all is given with nothing to gain.

To be in so many places fill with different faces...so why is it that I feel so alone, why do I feel so cold.
My father had been doing the most, and the man that I am in love with is now a ghost.

My heart is heavy, the burden I carry it is all too much. I've become friends with these demons in my head, because at nights it becomes so silent and I'm afraid of the truth.

I'm hurting.


S.B