Heaven bend to take my hand

It is fifteen minutes past midnight, and I'm crying because my siblings are awake and they don't bother, my parents are away, and there have been no text messages, and I just need someone to acknowledge my existence and feel loved.

This is beyond pathetic. I know. But I feel so wretched and so sad and so alone, as I do every year.

Begging for a savior isn't really going to help, because I know I'm supposed to go it on my own.

But still.

Lead me through this fire.

Catch A Falling Star

At what age should I finally stop holding on to my childhood dreams?

My birthday is two days away, and I feel more lost, more alone than ever before. One by one, my hopes died quiet deaths, imploded upon themselves with no one any the wiser.

I am lost, I am losing myself, and I have lost confidence in those to whom I'd confess these fears.

Please, don't let me fade.