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To My Dear Friend

Dear friend,

I write this to you because there's no other person to really talk to. It is to you I can speak freely without the fear of being judged.
So many things have happened to me friend. I've had strange feelings - feelings I can't describe, not so pleasant feelings.
Feeling that make my head bang.

I've tried not to worry about anything.
I've tried to be as happy as possible..
I tried to even sing. 
I've been friendly and not.....
My friend there's nothing I've not tried.

My friend, I really want to tell you many things, so many things but I don't have enough words to explain myself.
I want to tell you things everyday.
I want to tell you when I'm sad and happy and lonely.

Of the things that terrify me;
Of the crushes that have crushed
Of the sadness
Of the joy in my heart
Of the dreams I have
Of the dreams that scare me
Of the things I have done
That I'm proud and not proud of
The things I want to change
The things I need you to change
I want to tell you of.

Believe me, I do not wish to hide anything, my ever dear friend.
But I'm too sad to speak.
The reason for this, I do not know.
My lips are too heavy to speak tonight dear friend.
The words I want to speak are too weighty...
But promise me you'll listen to me tomorrow, then my lips should have been lightened.
Promise me friend that you'll come back tomorrow, tomorrow when my words will be  spoken.
Please come back my dear friend..

                                 Your Friend in need.

Sina_Taylor

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