when i saw the doctor almost two weeks ago, he asked me how i was. he wanted to know if i was depressed, if i could use anti-depressants to help me over this hurdle. i told him no, i told him that considering all that had happened i felt good, that i could still smile, that i could still find the good in each day.
and don’t get me wrong i can still find the good in each day. but there are those moments…
and during those moments, i want someone by my side. i have the greatest friends and family, no one one earth has a greater support system than i do, but there are those moments…
when i want that someone by my side. the someone who is there for just me, to hold not only my hand but to hold me, to hold my world for just 5 or 10 minutes, just 5 or 10 minutes to let me breathe with out all of this pressure. someone to look me in the eyes, deep in my eyes, someone who hurts simply because i hurt, someone who wants to go out and kick the worlds ass for making me hurt. someone to sit down beside me and with out a word being spoken know how i feel and with out a word make me feel better.
in those moments want that someone who can give me what my friends can’t, what my family can’t. in those moments i want someone to hold my heart…
i hate those moments…
