Yes, I'm back to the prison. Back to the life that no one could ever understand. Hearing all the unwanted words from your own family. When you could only take a deep breath & swallow them. Nothing else you could do. This is the life you have to face.
I need someone. To talk to. I need someone. To go out with. I need someone. To ask me "hey how was your day?" I need someone. To take care of me. I need someone. To accompany me. I need someone. To always be there when I need. I need someone. To advice me. I need someone. To correct me from wrong. I need someone. To makes me smile. I need someone. To says "everything will be ok". I need someone. To comfort me. I need someone. To share jokes with. I need someone. To feel sad with. I need someone. To be a friend. I need someone. To share everything with. I need someone. To love and loves me for the rest of my life.
...for I am not strong enough to face this world alone.
Thanks to Hamzah, for letting me to reblog this. It is well said.