These words that are fed to me are empty and pointless.
The words that I feed are full of hope yet carelessly tossed aside.
My optimism is wind, it comes and goes and no one seems to have a say it in, some like it, others damn it.
My tears have morphed to laughter because my brain has decided to shut down my heart.
Temporarily out of service.
I giggle at the all too real thought that I may be losing my mind.
My life has gone back to step one.
The condemned feeling that I have let down Father-Dear. The stomach turning that my alcohol inclined mother can never help me.
And me standing alone, giving up on my A-List Acting that everything is great.
No body likes standing alone, so we always find someone to drag down with us.