Alone With Me, Next to You
Sometimes, I wish I were a cat. So you would kiss, hold, and love me like that. If this is what it is, then someday I'll stop trying. Every day hurts when you're dying. I can't feel my body, but I ache with it's crying. Did I expect too much? For you to love me, to want my touch? It can't be me, but it is. Numb would be easier, and it feels like it fits. Next to you, I'm all alone. I sit in fear, as my soul softly moans. I have no heart. I have no home. Sign in to see full entry.