I'm picking up the pieces.
Shattered and broken.
Searching for a place to call home again.
Nothing makes sense.
But I guess nothing should.
I wish I had your hand in mine, just to help me out.
I wish my mind could think clearly.
If this is what is right, why do I feel so much doubt?
I have to stay focused.
It's not about me anymore.
I have to step up and figure out what's right for me.
What do you want?
What do you expect me to do?
Tell me what is going on...
That's all I ever asked.
The feelings that I have will never change.
But I fear that the day you realize that will be too late.
How long will it take for you to figure it out?
A television show, a movie, a picture, a necklace?
Any of these things could trigger it.
Who knows where I'll be when that moment of brilliance occurs.
Maybe I'm too full of myself?
Well, I don't think so.
I need to start thinking better of myself.
That I've learned.
I gave it my best, whether you believe it or not.
Right now I don't know what to think.
Avoidance?
Hatred?
Loss?
All these thoughts have come to mind to try to explain what is going on...but nothing makes sense.

I'm going to make it.
That I can promise.
You just wait and see.