Stars

I am lucky I suppose. People love me.

I felt so lonely earlier but they were there for me. They always are. They have problems of their own but take the time to pray for me and hug me when they don't even know what's wrong. That's special.

God gave me a new hope in them. I know that I will be okay because no matter what someone will be praying for me. You never get enough prayer.

I still miss him so much. Maybe it's better that he's not here but I'm selfish and want him here anyway. I don't give a fucking damn about being independent anymore. He makes it better and it's hell without him. Withdrawl sucks. I need my drug.

I've been thinking 'bout everyone, everyone you look so lonely

Hypocrite. Double sided. What am I to do with myself? Pray I suppose. What else?

I want hugs. I want to be touched. People never touch me anymore. I don't like touching usually but what the hell. I'm more different everyday. I need touch. Hugs, kisses. I miss the kisses and the gentle hands. Slide across my skin. Warm me from the inside out. I need you. Get your ass over here before I go crazy.