Heartbreak gives you a lot of inspiration.
Some of the best poems, songs, and books have come from a writer being heartbroken.
But, no matter how good it is for writing..
I'm sure the writers wish they were writing about being in love, instead of how they fell out of it.
Even if that means no one might read it.

Concept: I whisper to the moon that I cannot sleep and she sends me dreams of ocean waves and whale songs

You can click with people who are different from you. 
You can click with anyone you want, you just have to make the effort.  Sometimes, talking to someone who has nothing in common with you, is much more interesting then talking to someone who has a mirroring life. If you're only friends with people who are just like you, you won't learn anything new.  My friends and I are all pretty different, and I'm grateful for each original thing they've added to my life.

Friendship doesn't come with a remote.
You can't just put people on pause, and come back to them later when it's more convenient for you.
If you do that, your friend probably won't be there when you try to press play.

You don't miss someone at 2 in the morning, you're all alone.
You could miss anyone when you're by yourself.
You miss someone when it's 2pm, and you're surrounded by other people, but you just want that one person.
You miss someone when you're busy at your job, but you still find yourself reminiscing.
You miss someone when you're working-out, going for a run, and they're still in your head with every step.
It's easy to miss people when you have the time, when you're lonely.
But, the people who truly mean the most, the ones you really miss, are the ones you think about when you don't have the time to.
2pm people.  
The ones that occupy your thoughts no matter what.

I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... in your grave
No more children will you crave

I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... shot in the head
For your sickness that you fed

I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... and at Hell's gate
No more monsters can you create

I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... you won't be missed
Maybe my nightmares won't exist

I'll be glad when you're dead
You ******* you
When you're dead..... with all your sin
It'll be cursed ground you sink in

I see you
with this idea filling
your head, filling
your eyes with fire,
so everything around you is aflame;
You try to douse it with your words, tripping
out of your mouth like
shoelaces, your tongue
is sandpaper, wearing away
at your lips, but you don't
care;
You are smiling,
And your world is filled with possibility.
My child, to you,
everything is possible,
and you can be anything,
and everything.