Lonely isnt a four letter word.

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I have been looking at lyrics, poems, prayers, something to help put into words the loss that I feel. When I say lonely isnt a four letter word I mean there are worse things than lonely. Bitter, resentful, angry, I am lonely for the person that truly understands me. My Father truly did. I have had some really really bad times in my life, he knew them. Tucked them away and never brought them out unless I was going in the wrong direction. An honest friend that knew the truth and still had my best future in mind. I was lying in bed tonight and thought how can never be defined. How can I never hang with him again, never hear his voice, never see him with my children? I am hurting tonight, this morning and will be for a long time.

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Anonymous said…
So i see that you hsven't had many replys lately to your posts.Its hard to know what to say sometimes.But i understand your searching for the true meaning of the word never.kinda of takes on a new persona now that we both have lost someone so dear.My father was the only man i will ever love.My best friend, my everything. The word never brings me pain to say out loud, just think about the words not right now instead. It may be quite a while before you do see him but you will... in your own time...reality can is a difficult place to be...staying in a bubble lets say can be more comforting to the mind...letting the world seep in little by little, trying not to drown...soon after a while the bubble becomes part of the real world and there is comfort all around..but this is a slow process..don't rush it..everything worth understanding comes in due time...when we rush them we never fully understand the truth behind it.patience my dear...cry when you need, laugh for no reaason, be quiet when you feel like some retrospect...and then breathe....just breathe...your life is full of so many amazing things..absorb them into your everyday outlook, and those things that make you so sad...can make you so focused on what you have right in front of you...
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