The Library

There are no words to describe how I feel. There are no words to describe the pain that I feel right now. The fact that the emotional has manifested itself physically should show the severity of the hurt that is coursing through my body. Like a knife wound in my chest but the pain is everywhere. Tears contstantly run down my face and yet my mouth cannot utter a sound. Maybe I am waiting for the shock to where off and yet I fear what might happen if it does. You have no idea what I am feeling. you told me that she is always there to pick up the pieces. Well who is gonna help me pick up my shattered pieces? Who is gonna comfort me in my time of need? Maybe I am just selfish. Maybe I'm the fool for thinking that after a lifetime of loneliness I could actually have someone in my life who can be there and help me in my struggles. But like I said I am just a fool. The worst part is that nothing has changed I still Love you and I always will. Maybe my suffering and pain will attest to that truth. There are only two things in this entire world that have been carved in  my heart. The first is my faith in God and the Catholic Church. The second is my love for you. The only two things that keep me grounded the only two things that I have. You probably dont read this anymore, and the only reason I say this is because you had no problem cutting me off of your fb profile completly. Who knew friends could come and go at the push of a button. Its sad what technology has done to the world. Its sad that out of all the friends I have on fb none of them can help me. This wound is deep and the shattered pieces are many. And here I am like so many times before alone isolated like I was that day in the school library. Slowly but surely each chair was taken away from my table. The one I had saved for my "friends" and one by one the were all taken until there I sat in the library alone.