Deaf.

Where are my friends when I need them most?
When I need to get something off my chest, nobody is around.

I don't really shout out that I need someone to talk to, so those who don't know I need it, I don't blame.
But when I pick someone out for a reason - whatever that reason may be - they don't hardly carry a conversation with me.

It's not fair that when they need someone, I'm always around. But when it's the other way around, I'm not able to talk to them.


I needed my friends this past week. I needed my dad, too, but that's another story.
Only one friend stepped up to the plate this week, and that was Kristen.

And I guess who I'm really irritated with are those who knew what was going on, but wouldn't hold a conversation with me.

I need to talk. I need to get it out of my system.
But nobody would listen.



Did you guys know that there was a moment when I was almost positive that he died?
No, I guess you wouldn't. You wouldn't let me talk it out.


So please don't expect me to listen to you next time.





Because, thanks to you, I had to ride out the fear alone.