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[aid] => mick
[title] => How Am I Doing?
[time] => 2002-09-14 20:26:38
[hometext] => Some questions are better left unasked.
[bodytext] => Don’t ask me how I am doing.
What do you expect me to say? Should I tell you that I’m miserable? Or should I lie and say I’m okay? I can’t answer that question. I don’t want pity I want you. Do you really want to hear, My life is empty and days are blue? How am I doing? Should I give my reply? I miss you more and more, As each moment passes by. I could tell you I’m over you, But please don’t ask for proof. Every day I hurt more. I still love you, is the truth. I can’t tell you things are better. That I’m happy or getting by. Honestly, I’m scared and lonely. Every night, I still cry. How am I doing? My life, the definition of hell. I’ve locked myself away. My memories, my cell. I could tell you I’ve found someone. But that would be another lie. I know you don’t want to hear, Some nights I pray to die. My dreams have faded. My goals are shattered. My future frightens me. You were all that mattered. How am I doing? I get worse every day. I’ve lost my reason for being. So, what should I say? I’m trapped by a love, I refuse to let go. How am I doing? Did you really want to know? Fun is a memory. Dreams, a thing of the past. Love that’s one sided. Hope’s all that lasts. How am I doing, Since you’ve been away? What can I tell you? I guess… I’m okay. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 32 [informant] => MisterRight [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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