Trying to pick up the pieces of something not broken
Struggling to learn how and what to do
Trying to act confident when life crashes around me
Fighting to hold it together when things get hard
Looking across the room at someone who’s hurting
Knowing they could care less what I think
Wanting to tell them I’m here to support them
Even when life is so difficult when I’m all by myself
Everyone always says that hindsight is 20/20, but is it really? You can think about all the things you could have done differently, all the things you should have done differently, all the things you would change, but you can never gauge someone else’s reaction.
You think you know a person, but can you ever really know them?
All I can say is that I miss you, all of you…
I want to know if you miss me too, but I would not wish this kind of broken heart on my worst enemy…
My dreams have started coming back…
After Snow gave me the dreamcatcher, they stopped, but now…
And I’m not sure it’s a bad thing… Yes, they scare me. Yes, sometimes they trap me. Yes, sometimes they invade my real world… But what about the ones that really mean something? They are intended to bring me a message and how can I chicken out when I may be all that is standing in the gap between life and death for someone else?
I don’t know… after all, I am a nobody… who would listen?