Save Me by Shinedown relates to me more and more. "Someone save me if you will," exemplifies my loneliness. I'm looking for some one who can save me. I'm tired, I'm hurt, I've got people to talk to, but that's not enough. I'm a very loving creature, who gets very little in return. I'm like Courdoroy (sp?), the teddy bear, looking for his button. If I remember the story right, he was abandoned. The if you will part means that a lot of people could, and yes they could, just a matter if they will.

"Take away all these pills." What I seem to be forcefed, others being happy together feeds my loneliness, others having people interested in them feeds my negativity. The world feeds me malnutriously, because it can't take me down one on one. It's weakening me and I can feel the weight starting to pull me down. I do have one person trying to keep me up, and I pray it's not too little to late.

"Somebody save me, if you can from the blasphemy, in my wasteland." I'm trapped in a world of falseness. I feel like I'm treated more like a machine more often than not. Used and abused. Everytime I think there's a start of something, just as quickly as it was planted, something comes and uproots it.

"Somebody save me, somebody save me, Somebody SAVE me. Please don't erase me." As badly as I want to be saved, I still want and need to be myself in it. Unfortunately my spirit is waning, and something like CHB (cold hearted bitch) could happen again.