2005: Every day is one step closer to ________.

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 6:25,27,34

Thursday, November 11, 2004

the lord works in mysterious ways.....

6 a.m.
The clock is ringing
I need to spend an hour snoozing
'Cuz I don't think I'm gonna make it
I punch in
I'm still sleeping
Watch the clock,
But it's not moving
'Cuz every day is never ending
I need to work I'm always spending

And I feel likeI'm living the worst day
Over and over again
And I feel like the summer is leaving again
I feel like I'm living the worst day
I feel like you're gone
And every day is the worst day ever

Yesterday was the worst day ever
And tomorrow won't be betterI
t's history repeating
Summer plans are gone forever
I traded them in for dishpan water
And every day is never ending
I need to work I'm always spending

And I feel likeI'm living the worst day
Over and over again
And I feel like the summer is leaving again
I feel like I'm living the worst day
I feel like you're gone
And every day is the worst day ever
Whoa - oh
Every day is the worst day ever

It's so long
I can't go on
It's so long
I can't go on
And I feel likeI'm living the worst day
Over and over again
I feel like the summer is leaving again
I feel like I'm living the worst day
I feel like you're gone

And every day is the worst day ever
Whoa - oh
Every day is the worst day ever
Whoa wo-oh
whoa wo-oh
whoa Wo-oh
whoa wo-oh
whoa whoa wo-oh
The worst day ever
Whoa wo-oh

i look at you as you lay there on your back with your 60 pound, cancer filled, slowly dying body. you just look so helpless, uncomftorble, sickly. like you're just going to die right then and there. and then i cry. and cry and cry and cry. and lie next to you. like i'm never going to let you go, which i wont. cuz you are mine. you've been mine since i was 6. since the moment you were ours, you were my little puppy girl.
there are points in life when you feel you have no more tears to cry. you dont have any energy left to cry. but then, i look at you, and i cry again. today, i've probably cried for a good, ah, 3.5-4 hours.
lets hope tomorrow is a better day. please no one ask me any questions like, whats wrong, hows rustie, anything like that. please please please.


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