Birds Are Settling Down For The Night,

Do I Really Want Him Dead? What I Want... What I Want Is To Have Him Back.

Just The Sound Of His Voice Twists My Stomach Into A Knot Of Unpleasant Emotions Like Guilt, Sadness And Fear. And Longing. I Might As Well Admit There’s Some Of That Too.

It's Not Easy To Find A Topic. Talking Of Home Is Painful. Talking Of The Present Unbearable.

Each Time I Wake,i Think, At Last, This Is Over, But It Isn't.

If There's A More Helpless Feeling Than Trying To Reach Someone You Love Who's Trapped Underground, I Don't Know It.