Feel alone, and cold. A little bitter- feeling like I want to cut and I guess that should be my first hint.

Feeling a little down, like I've fallen and hit the ground. Feel like i've got cuts and bruises down my arm.

Not yelling out in pain, just letting in burn within. We worked well together...we were at least friends.

But I havn't been happy for weeks. And you didn't want to let it drag out. So, that's fine.

So I'm at work and there's someone i feel a need to talk to, but he's days away.

And now I feel pressure coming on from all sides of me. I have bills to pay, new responsibilities...and higher expectations.

I don't feel weak though, I feel exhausted. Both mentally and psycially...but what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, so I guess I'll

get stronger. And lonelier...

and although it seems "the world has turned it's back on me." It hasn't...just a part of it. And that's fine because I

turned my back on that part of the world first.

So, while I admit to being hurt- that's fine. I was moving on anyway.

Because I never stop moving...And I'll never stop moving.

<-gordon & maroon->