He's having a terrible day. A terrible week even. And I can't be there for him. I feel so helpless, so useless.
I want to hold him and kiss him and tell him everything will be okay.
Now I'm certain the devil is at work. But once again he will be defeated.
I just want to run back to him. Screw everything else. No job is worth this pain.
Baby please be okay, at least until tomorrow when I can look in to your eyes and kiss your sorrows away.
I miss you baby. I can't wait for this hell to be over!
Being away from you sucks in epic proportions.
This can't be life.
I feel the tears welling, fuelled by this overwhelming despondency.
Only God can help me now.
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