Sitting alone, music to help me. I'm nodding slowly, music speaking to me. I daydream of love again. My first thoughts sing please don't go or hurt me. I'm sensitive. I don't think I'll find love like I recently had. I'm feeling bad. The pressure increases through my chest. What a tough reality check. Music stopped and half tempted to turn the ignition on. Whats wrong with me? False hope, I guess I just had to go. Got a letter, felt a little better. Grandma hug me, hold me. I miss being happy. Tears forming, air storming. I miss who I was with who I used to be with. All i can do is daydream and wish.