Lord Give Me The Strength.

Every day is a battle for me.
I dream about it.
I think about it throughout my day.
I find in others something I desire again.
I see my friend go through the same problem.
Finding escape in the saddest ways.
Smoking. Drinking. Over-eating.

One thing I never want to hear.
One thing that will boil my blood, grit my teeth, and cause me anger.
"Where are all the good guys in this world"
These 'good guys' were always there.
They are the ones you look over.
The ones you take for granted.
The ones you tell yourself "they are just a friend".
The one you leave for someone more 'spontaneous'.
The one that laughs with you when you're funny.
The one that argues with you when you're mad.
The one that isn't scared to speak his mind,
because he knows that you're the one thing in his life that brings his endless happiness.

How do you fall out of love?
Does love truly come and go?
Do you have to be mature enough to fully understand love?
Or is love something that is universal?
Is it a game?

I put a smile on my face.
My 'pride' smile.
If anyone ask me everything is okay, I'm laughing.
Cuz no one knows the joke is on me.

Man up Eric. Man up....
No.. I think that she needs to 'Woman down'.
Open up. Talk to me. Let me know what went wrong.
Don't tell me "I don't know".
Is the joke on me?
If not, I need to take this face paint and red rubber nose off.
I sure do feel like I'm the clown.
So you tell me..