What do I do now?
All I want is to call you.
But do I?
Do I call someone else?
Do I sit in silence,
fighting myself quietly?
What do I do?
Tell me,
who do I talk to?
You were all I had.
God I hate you.
Funny, God used to tell me I loved you.
What am I supposed to do?
God thid hurts.
My heart hurts
My breaking, broken heart
I hurt
If I call
What would you say?
Would you tell me what to do?
Would you fight me
or yourself?
I hate you.
God, I don't hate you at all.
Please, tell me,
what am I supposed to do?
09/22/2002
Posted on 09/19/2002Copyright © 2026 Jessica A Steenbock