Letters to you

Love And Its Solitude Of Destruction

I fell asleep early tonight. Thinking of you tore my sole apart and ate me alive. It stripped me from my life source; I cried and I cried. You see I told myself you weren't right for me. I told myself to never go blind by the emotional waves that roared towards my way on a dark night out at sea. I lost everything, my hopes, my dreams; they mean nothing. A word people use to avoid explaining themselves. Cause people like me can tell when their mind is on the highway to hell. People like me fear what most people have to hear. Daily, I record every breath, every word that's spoken. I spent my time hoping that by the end of this I won't be left moping in the corner of an attic with a brain filled with static. My heart has truly had it up to hear. I was built and I was broken. I was left alone and choking on the air that I relied on filled with toxic are like smoke. And it's amazing how I mange to get these last few words out of my mouth, as everything it travels south because what goes up it must come down. I reminisce on lovely sounds, oh how your voice reversed a frown and now this smile is upside down again o guess you're just a solemn "friend"