I wrung my chest of pain and spilled it on a paper.

I wrote of long lost loves

I wrote of dreams lost

I wrote of heart aches

And I sealed it with tears.

Yes I wrote because I could only feel so much before my dingy little body overflowed with pain.

I wrote of pain and I wrote of anguish.

Shall I write of happiness?

Not quite. We aren't acquainted yet you see. I only write of my friends and bedfellows