While I sit here in silence wondering where you are. Or if you're even thinking about me I stare into space.
Every hurtful, wonderful, and meaningful event just runs through my mind. The steam and heat of the water no longer burns. But it's a wonderful feeling. I cry and cry and cry, unit I can't cry anymore. Surrounding me is chaos. Nothing more but bits and pieces of what was left. The heartbreaks. Wait seekers. And negative thinkers. We all have the same mind. But we share different thinking. Why is it that we set our standards so low, to what can't possibly happen. Why do we expect less. Are we ready to except more then "less".
Us; we... All share the same pain. But one just hurts more than the other. A broken heart, bad decisions, self blame. We have different thoughts. But
our minds are all the same.
