I used to know happiness. I used to know happiness, and I lost it like everyone else does; I took it for granted. I was naive and young, but I've paid for it so dearly. So dearly. Every day is another cut on my soul, another bruise on my pride. Every day is an ordeal, and nothing brings me satisfaction. Since I lost what I loved, threw it away before I knew what it was really worth. Looking back, I can't believe I gave up so fast. The faces of the people who's love I brushed off, the halls of the place that I learnt so much about myself in, the field where I learned the lessons of life. So what have I learned, really, if I threw it all away?

We can all look back with perfect clarity, and decipher the messages that hide there. How I managed to become the best person I could be by the best people I've ever known, and let that go to my head and throw it all away. Why I did that, I'm not even sure of anymore. All that I can offer now, is a plea for forgiveness, and hope that what I lost isn't lost forever.

You were my closest friend, my dearest confidant, and I yours. Is there hope for me anymore, or have I become the lonely, the lost, the broken?

You see me every day, the one sitting on the sidewalk, the one asking for change, the one with an old ratty book. So give me something to cling to, so I know that someone cares and I haven't fallen to the very bottom.

Please.