My hands will always long for the company of yours. I’ve been hopelessly walking around with a broken heart. Yesterday I felt like crying but surprisingly nothing came out. I patiently put my pain on paper to let you know what I am all about. I write to write, yet the emptiness remains. All that I’m left with is a broken heart and black ink stains. Walk steadily and try by all means to maintain your centre of gravity. I’m forever drunk on love while you’re still living off its depravity. I’m not always this quiet, my mind is as loud as a riot. People stop and stare, their expressions prove that they don’t care. I love hard like I’ve never ever been acquainted with heartbreak. I’m on the pursuit of happiness but I’m currently running low on love. Hold me like a conversation, hold me and don’t ever let me go. But if you ever feel like giving up and letting go then let me know. Overdosed on morphine just so I could morph in. Except I use other drugs just to numb the pain. Searching for my rainbow so allow me to dance in the rain. On some days it gets worse, this sickness is a curse. I think you know it, I think everyone knows it now.