.
Good times they will come and go
Hard times we will surely know
But our love will pull us through
And if at times you feel you´re sailing stormy weather
With your hand in mine we’ll face this world together
It’s not a dream
Sharon Corr
“What?” I stuttered in confusion, shaking my head in
disbelief. “I mean why? You
look so, well normal and happy, your nothing like me or the rest of them, you’re
smiling, you’re happy ”
“You smile to, doesn’t
mean you’re happy, I’m not happy, I’m acting. Why do you think I’m in that bed
over there? Why do you think I am the only one that didn’t freak when you slit
you’re wrists?” Summer mumbled looking down at the floor again “I thought you might
understand that. It was comforting when you came, and I know it sounds
insensitive but even when you slit your wrists I felt comforted, for the first
time ever it let me know that I wasn’t the only one that felt like doing that sometimes.”
Without really thinking what I was doing I leant out my good hand and
placed it on top of summers
“I do understand.” I whispered. “I know what it’s like to feel
nothing inside; I know what it’s like to want to
die. To know what it’s like to feel all
alone even when you’re in a room full of people, but you’re going to be OK and
your right I will be there, we can get through it together.”
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