I sit here again feeling blind,
While a million thoughts flow through my mind.
The thoughts are always in my head,
Keeping me up every night in bed.
I wish I knew just how I feel,
So again I can enjoy my every meal.
I prey to God to give me some sign,
Or maybe a miracle to ease my mind.
I ask myself when will this end,
Sometimes i want to kill myself again.
I know this is wrong and it makes me sick,
In a great deal of detail I keep thinking it.
I hate being alone all the time,
I yearn for someone to hold and truely be mine.
But now I feel this is just some fantasy.
A world of lies and blasphemy.
I guess now it's just me and my son,
He is the reason I don't pick up the gun.
I need a wife to hold and love,
So I'll keep preying to my God up above.
3-24-04