Sunday, March 1, 2009
When your instincts always that strong,and you've always been guided by it,Reaching out to everyone by that alone,
You do not know what it is to understand,
That difference between you and the others,
The bond between the ones you love and the people who understand them,
Because you cannot comprehend,
Because you don't understand what it means to understand,
Then you stand,knowing what your missing,
Without a chance to fill it up,
That hole within you that makes you feel hollow.
Alone at home,listening to the drops of rain,and that's all I could think of to tell myself.
help