(My mom was almost asleep on the couch.)
Me; Mom are you OK...

I feel left out.
I am confused...

Am I doomed to walk this Earth,
unloved...

Talking late into the night.
Spilling my thoughts...

Staying home.
All alone...

I just keep talking,
though none of the words are true...

As we float along in the still water,
you look over the edge of the canoe...

This feeling returns to me,
It binds my heart with chains of ice...

I think hell is frozen over,
Its a place of punishment...

Please love me.
I need to feel wanted by someone...

If only you
would see that...

If for once you see me cry.
Please don't take your time in passing by...