Build on a story I once wrote, I knew you now I don’t.
You broke my heart, and I am heading back to the start.
With music, writing, thoughts and art.
I need to take this journey on my own to get away from everything about you that I had ever known.
You may be gone but you are still a big part of my life, the shattered fragments of my uptuned chewed up heart.
This is all for me, to let the healing begin.
I have come far to understand what I must do, in truth this is nothing new.
But maybe I can find a peaceful me, as I try and sort all these things out.
I will think of you and it will hurt, and I will get angry.
And I want to be alone, but surrounded at times with people that I care about.
Not followed by people that I don’t want to know.
It is comforting to know what many people are alone.
A phone that does not ring, an empty heart with a picture of you within.
It is comforting to know that many people are alone.
And I am not the on ly one sitting here wondering why the world has not done me any favours.
A phone that does not ring every time that I look at it expecting something good to follow me around.
But maybe I am just to nice.
Maybe I should just do my own thing and forget about everyone else.
They are not there for me and never were why do I have to concern myself with them.