Am I wrong?
Have I run too far to get home?
Have I gone?
And left you here alone?
If I would, could you?
Alice in Chains, Would?
(does spam really come in all those flavors? I had no idea….but ewww!)
People have been telling me I’m a strong person my whole life, but I’ve never seen it. What makes for personal strength? What is this illusive thing?
Most of the time I just wish I was dead. Today, especially. And yeah, I’ve heard the adage, “it’s just a bad DAY, not a bad LIFE,” but I can’t find the good in life anymore, and all the days are bad.
There’s a light somewhere, I know. It’s not shining on me, but it must be shining for someone. I wish they’d share, it’s always dark here.
I feel guilty, too, for having feelings. Being concerned with MY feelings as though nobody else’s matter. Other people have so little, I have so much. Where do I get off being selfish?