Hang My Head
I close the door and turn the sign. Lock the door and sit in my chair and hang my head. It's not been a good day. Hell, the week was worse. I put my head in my hands and just start crying. Loud, hard and uncontrolled. No one is here to see me, no one to care. It's okay. I wouldn't be crying like this if they were. There is so much I want to say, but I can't find the words. No one can hear them anyway.
I'm so confused these days. I really don't know what to do with myself. I guess I could write a confession anonymously, but everyone who knows me would know it was me.....I'm afraid of what they might say. No, I'm not. I'm afraid just to say......everything on my mind. There's too much and not enough time. It's a long story.