You ask me how I'm doing
And I tell you that I'm fine...

There's a ragged kind of heartache
as I lay here all alone...

Look at me
and I'll look back...

I asked you if you loved me
and you said it was so...

It's a crazy wicked feeling
those days when you're not there...

Like a December Northern memories assault me
crashing waves of flashing color...

Dear Diary,
I try so hard sometimes...

I hear your words
you're reaching out...

I'm closeted in
walls closing around me...

He's a little crookeder now
than he was in the old days...

Letter From the Heart
By Nicole Vosters...

I know you think I'm crazy
and you're probably right, I am...