i'm like waiting for the rain in a drought.
i'm feeling real down now.
with a lot of stuff going through my brain.
yet i've nobody to talk to.
i'm wondering why i'm in such a state.
why are we not talking.
i promised myself not to cry.
i hate breaking promises.
but yet at times i can't help it.
scars will be left there forever.
how true.

i can't wait to hear your voice.