DIARY OF BROKEN HEARTS

  Black. Sounds. Darkness. Voices. Pain. Screams.I am unable to sleep, I can’t even if I forced myself,So they force me, lots of pills, yet

Is it bad dear one that I crave and desire you?That you are almost becoming my obsession?Is it wrong that I greatly wish to be

I’m lost without you, my compass of life,In the depths of reality, I’m roughly strung.I’m drowned in the dark, and I’m scared,Without you, there is