01 August 2003

-like being killed

Sometimes.. its as if you were my last chance.. my last hope for salvation.. Maybe that isn't the right word but it is the only one that comes to mind presently...

You told me to open up, to not be afraid. You told me to trust you and yet I don't know if I really can. My trust turned to ashes five years ago and it has never really come back... I know you want to help me but I'm afraid.. I'm afraid of letting you down.. I'm afraid that I'm beyond your help.. You say you know how I feel.. That may be true but my emotions and my feelings are my own..

I don't know how to open up.. You see, I am not the person who does so. I am the person people come to in times of need.. I am their rock and their salvation while I silently ride my own storms of pain but perhaps.. Perhaps you can help me..

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