Day 1-
When I woke up yesterday, I realized that it was today, and the vision
I had for my future had faded away; so I yelled to myself
All the things I couldn't say. 'Cause my I wasn't me, and my me walked away.
Myself stood alone in this large empty room, Wanting someone to hold but my- I was just too cold; so the me said to I: "Can I hold you?" And my I realized myself is fine, so I touched myself.
Me stood alone ashamed and in pain then I turned to me and kissed me again, and we stood me, myself and I.

Day 2-
Staring out the window, I find myself needing comfort, so I looked to myself; I mean who knows me better than me? My likes, dislikes, my joys, {you know the things that make me happy} and of course I know what brings me sorrow. {like the day you walked out the door, left me not only with a broken heart, but with eyes filled with tears}. I looked to myself for answers and comfort from the rain, for everything I needed...I found in myself again.