I have lost myself this time. I've heard of whimsy girls who leave drops of sunlight behind them, but all I've left is pieces of myself along the way.
I feel all their eyes watching me constantly. They are all waiting for another fall. We all are I guess, I can see the future as well as the rest of them can.
My friend, I don't know what to tell you. I'm happy your not here, I've pushed everybody away. This is the time I need them the most but I can't stand doing this to them.
All my secrets are coming out and it scares me.
I'm keeping the glue close at hand but I'm not sure I how many more times I can be fixed. It's always temporary, this glue doesn't ever hold for very long.
I miss you my friend, and I get scared that I won't ever see your face again.