The floor is littered with broken dreams. The curtains are drawn to keep out the sunlight. A half empty whiskey bottle sits beside the bed. I haven't been out in a week. Life is nothing but a whole lot of clutter. I hear people outside but I just can't seem to join them. My heart is empty of emotions, they have been spilled all over the house. My sheets and pillows are stained with tears, I just wallow in the pity that they bring to my mind. I am not sure where to begin to clean up. When love is lost and your heart is shattered, you are just left trapped in the refuse that a broken relationship leaves behind.