S O M E T I M E S

sometimes i stop existing.

sometimes i am nothing but a number in your phone-book and a face that seems vaguely familiar.

sometimes i am nothing at all.

sometimes i am forgotten.

sometimes i forget myself.

sometimes i wonder if i was ever here at all.

sometimes i ache from the inside out.

sometimes i don't care.

sometimes i am so numb i'm not sure if i hurt or not.

sometimes i can sing so loud and so deep it makes it all okay.

sometimes i can't make a sound at all.

sometimes i am no one.

sometimes i like it better that way.