These type of days create nothing more than the humorless horror we see.
Breathing in lost oxygen,
breathing out all the pain.
The love we once shared is gone,
replaced by what's left of the ruin.
Holding you in my arms is like a lost dream,
setting you free is harder than being with you.
The boy I once know is gone,
the boy in front of me is unknown.
I can't keep loving a ghost forever.
Not like I used to.
I once relied on you,
now the only thing you give me is pain.
One day we'll be one,
but for now I have to let you go.
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The Journal
RandomLetters from a boy who felt at one point or another alone. Who wrote as a way to find a new voice. These are things he wished he could've said. Things he should've claimed. And now will be saying. These are words that come from a place of hurt and...
