To my dearest WideEyed,
I feel no more than a tool...
Alone and fighting for no reason...
When I give up myself... When there was no hope left...
I saw a hand... But my trust was broken in to pieces already...
Then I after a time and after hard times...
I start to feel beloved... and then was the time...
I didn't care to be a tool anymore...
Now " I'm a beloved tool" . . . Even though he was a guy...
He did not give up... I was hoping that that person will be a girl...
I was wrong...
We became brothers, we needed each other after a time...
We have cried together,Laugh...
Now I feel like tool again...Alone but this time I was beloved by someone one time... H. V-Day
XOXO,
Grey Cross