To Whom It May Concern..

How much does one have to be broken to get some help to be made whole again? When do the tides turn and the favors get returned? Why is it that with knowledge of this pain, with pleas for help, with tears and heartache does it not affect you? How is it that there once was so much love and compassion shared, that now in my darkest of hours you are not there? I am not questioning God, in the event someone was wondering... How do I go on? As friends we are supposed to lift each other when we cannot make it on our own. As family we are to support each other when there is no strength left. When one is broken the other is supposed to be there to mend the pieces. I spend my days doing this. It used to be us doing it together, is this what it was supposed to be? Yeah, I know it never is, but if that's the case, then what's the point? You can't even give up a few minutes of sleep to reach out? And even if not sleep, a warm hand on my shoulder for comfort? No, I think we are too content in our ways. Unwilling to bend, willing to break? So sad that we can come so far, yet have only taken steps backwards. How much loss is too much? How much can one heart take? I can't help myself, but to think of the Craig David song: Walking Away. " I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life, I'm walking away oh to find a better day.." But my question is, which one of us is walking away? We used to walk together..