09-08-2011, 04:33 PM
I used to be happy....I used to be someone...and interesting person who enjoyed life, laughed easy, loved deeply. I've overcome abuse, molestation, disorders, hate.....I've been a model, an actor, a friend, a husband, a father...I've got a degree in Mental Health and Psychology....I've hugged friends as they've cried....I've held friends as they've died...I've mourned when friends have moved on...the point is, gentlemen....I used to burn bright...
I don't know what happened to me...I've gotten lost along the way....I've become no one but a ghost...watching other people live the life that I used to live. I have no friends now...no family. Only a handful of people that even remotely seem to care even the slightest. I've become a slave, a prisoner...who cries more than they do anything else. I sit and wonder...can a star who has burned out....ever learn to shine again?
I don't know what happened to me...I've gotten lost along the way....I've become no one but a ghost...watching other people live the life that I used to live. I have no friends now...no family. Only a handful of people that even remotely seem to care even the slightest. I've become a slave, a prisoner...who cries more than they do anything else. I sit and wonder...can a star who has burned out....ever learn to shine again?