The Ripped Soul

I know the things that you are going through. I am trying all that I can to help you cope with it...whatever that I can to make it easier for you..but I still feel that that is not enough. I wish I could take it all away...away from you so you don't have to suffer anymore. It kills me inside to see you carrying all these burden on your shoulders. I wish I have healing powers to all your scars and bleeding wounds. I don't know why I feel so protective towards you. At this point of our friendship, I know that I love you...I love you enough to hurt anyone who hurts you. I know that's kind of freaky and that is why I will never say all these to your face.

I don't know who you are, but I have a rough guess.. I think. Okay, I don't. But I'll reply you here anyway.

If you're my friend and you're trying to help me out through my difficult days, trust me - just by being there for me, you're helping me in more ways than you can imagine. Sometimes I don't need a solution or an idea or the answers to my worries and problems. Most times.. Sometimes.. all I need is a little knocking of some sense in me, but more often than not, all I need is for a friend to just be there. Be the pillar of strength, be the shoulder to lean on, be the shoulder to cry on, be the ear to listen, be the eyes that will see more than what is, be the lips that will speak words of wisdom and be the friend that won't walk out on me even when the whole world does.

Heh, I wish I could take away my own misery too. I like being happy, I miss being happy.. like how I was back last year.

Now I'm only happy around some people... I'm happy and lost when I'm high and drunk, otherwise miserable or angry most of the time.

If you had healing powers, I bet I'd be the last person you'd heal. You'd be saving the world first.

I don't know who you are, but not many people are that protective of me..

I used to have someone though, and she was really protective of me.. but she's long gone now.

I doubt it's her. You can't be her and she definitely can't be you. She doesn't love me anymore.

But here you say you do.

So who are you?

Freaky as it might be to you, it probably wouldn't be to me.

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On another note, work sucked - ha, nothing new. Don't get why she has to be so rigid about everything, every little fucking detail... it's almost annoying, to the point where I feel she might be suffering from OCD.

Argh........... sigh.

And closing tonight.. you called.

I accidentally picked up while texting the bosses, heard your voice and hung up.

My heart actually ached.
A tear actually fell.
I never felt more crushed in my life.

And all I did was just listen to your voice on the line.