the day it poured

i feel sad today. not mad, just sad. but i know i have to be mature about it and take it all in. i wish somebody would just hug and comfort me.

earlier, when i turned by back around, i realize this was it. i was really walking away. midway through, i stopped... i wanted to run back and say i don't want it to end. but i gripped on tighter to my bag and continued to walk away. and that is partly true... for i don't want it to end. i just want the pain to stop. if only...

i want to be strong, not for anybody else... but for myself.