My Purpose

Dana, I love you, I know you are better Than all of the storms that we'll come to wheather. Please realize love, that your problems are mine, i don't mean to stress you, please keep that in mind. The heartaches, the harsh blows, will pour down like rain, but it'll be worth it, to see you again. I know its not easy, I know that its rough, I've been there before and i know that it tough. I want you to realize the blessings you have, A friend that is willing to grasp your cold hands. For i was alone, Love, all of my life, alone i had dealt with the pain and the strife. Believe it or not I was much worse than you, A game was called suicide, was all i could do. Consumed all my thoughts, decaying my brain, I still to this day have not healed from my pain. But you've made it better, and now I know why, my reason of livings to keep you alive.