It happened again today. I instinctively thought with happiness that I should call him. Then I remembered as my heart broke again that he does not care anymore. I can't call him and tell him about my day and lean on him. I gave him my life and I can't call. He left me because I am broken to him.
I can't trust anyone now. Not right now. I want to love again. I want to be loved again. But I don't know if I can. I feel like such a burden in life and to everyone.
Why was I sent back from the veil? Sent back and told my place wasn't ready yet? Well I don't seem to have a place here either.
I have no one to cry out to. I call out to myself and I get no joy out of that. No one that I feel cares for me to tell them about my day, about my life, I always feel like I am in the way now.
Why am I still here? To be miserable? When loneliness crushed me like this I can't think about a good reason I was brought back from death. Just to be told I was broken and no good and tossed out into the garbage.
Creator brought me back from death for a reason. I only hope it is to not be miserable for the next 50 years.
There are people I want to get closer too very much. But like a dog that has been kicked and smacked with the paper I am gun shy of letting my feeling be know. So I keep a distance and a wall. My life of the past 25 years has taken a great tole on me. I don't know if I can ever recover.
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