1:25AM

Here I am writing.
It’s been a month I can’t believe it so.
I want to be happy because the holidays are here.
But I can’t you know I’ve been unhappy.
I’ve been getting high to be happy.
Trying to feel what he feels.
I’ve cried enough tears to fill up your shower.
You can bathe in my tears and they’ll taste sour.
Imagine nothing of this happen to you and me.
Do you think we would be happy?
Seeing each other on the days we could.
But no that cannot be.
I’ve been crying for many days for too many times.
I laugh but I still want to cry.
I am depressed but I do my makeup to feel better.
I don’t for I have cried too much.
Remember the letters?
The monthly one.
They’re ripped up in pieces.
Visual representation of what my heart feels.
It breaks my heart to be so far from you for I don’t want you to be in jail you know I don’t want you too.
Have oh been believing in Jesus?
Or are you not even religious?
Doesn’t matter what matters is you.
I am high right now.
Thinking about you.
My feelings are about you.
For I have cried too many times because I’ve missed you.