Pain in the truth of words.
It's painful when I see people I care about with others. Painful in the sense of wanting to be that someone who makes them smile and laugh. How selfish I am to think I could do such things for people. I only hurt them... Hurt them enough to avoid me. I will not say, "What I would give..." Because that again is me being selfish. I am writing this up because I feel I have become selfish. Wanting to hear from someone I have grown attached too... Wanting to make him happy... It's a deep black abyss in my heart and I feel that I have done something wrong to him. It sucks to be easily sadden be simple things. I will not turn the clock back to fix what I feel have done. What is done is done and I must fix these wrongs I have made... fix the sadness that ever so slowly creeps up into my marrow... wrapping it's coldness about my skin... my soul... The only selfish thing I do want is to only make you happy...