A Book Full of Thoughts

There's such a thing as sadness, there's such a thing as pain. The only remedy a simple notebook and a pen.
For the disease of emotions is a destroyer of the mind, and sometimes there is no cure.
So we sit like ducks, waiting for a bullet in our hearts, till all that's left, is a corpse of bleached tears.
Till all that's left, is a body full of empty thoughts, that never received a chance at breathing the air of loneliness.