the wordless soliloquy

i'm feeling... tired.

another... friend. has been pushed away. almost, driven away. by careless words, wordless cares.

its not my fault. i know that. but sometimes it feels like i betray them, the 'outcasts', by being part of the reason of hurt. not that i hurt them, no... but my effort alone, my weak, almost-useless efforts... do not make the difference i hope for. and so like leaves, they flutter away in the winds of time.

i want to cry but the heart is numb and my eyes are dry.

its another day.

God... won't You have mercy? Perhaps You already have a plan... but i don't see it. and this pain stings.

its.. another day.