I lay here. Alone and watch the time go by slowly minute after minute time passes by.
I feel empty just staring onto this so called poem im writing. Can this even be a poem? Im writing this because i dont have any one i can trust just saying what i feel. Its been almost a year since i last saw her. I have no regrets no. I just see that i really can live without her without the love that i said i would die if we broke up. Now i just think and realize theres more to life than being a relationship ive grown more mature sure i play video games who doesnt but ive learned that theres more to that sometimes its better to drift into the beauty of writing or doing a simple drawing. One thing thats true and always will be is
life goes on.