I know. I should never wait and expect for somebody to save me. But when all else has been tried and I face the moment I know that I can’t do it on my own, I crave it. I crave because I need, and need because I crave. I need warmth and I need comfort. At least time to time. Work will harden you. The world makes you a colder person. I’m afraid my temperature’s dropped so low it’s going to take a special fire to bring me back. to. life.
I miss my own warmth. I’ve lost so much yet I can’t put a finger on what exactly I’ve lost. All I know is I’m not myself anymore.
I miss encouragements, I miss love. I miss a shoulder, a hand, and a sharing of tears. I miss genuine smiles, true laughters.
I can’t save myself