With This Knowledge

Do you ever feel empty and alone? I do so I pick up the telephone. Ring,ring, and it's nobody there, So off into space I begin to stare. So many things I don't understand, Like how I calm down to the touch of Jimmy's hand. For me life is just so crazy, And so in bed I wish I could just be lazy. Sometimes my thoughts belong in a freak show, The more I have them the more the grow. I think about when I was molested as a child, In the back of my head this I have filed. I hate when I go to bed and start dreaming, I wake up hysterical and completely steaming. But there are good days and some bad, Some that make me happy and some that are sad. But I am strong, And with this knowledge I will never go wrong!