I wiah there was someone to talk to, someone to sit there and listen to my words, listen to my feelings, my sorrows. To understand the pain i went through. Someone to care so deeply, to take me foe who i am and not who i used to be. Things are different now and times have changed. The thing that had brought sorrow has gone away. Why cant i be happy? Why cant i be me? I used to be so sweer and innocent. I used to be fun, but yet so ahy. But then i fell in love and felt the pain. The alcohol kicked in and distorted my brain. The abuse and emotions killed me within. I fell apart amd lost everything i had. Now im starting over, beginning again. Trying to work hard to get back what i used to have.