I want to feel what they feel,
and dream what they dream.
It must be nice to have a heart like that.
Sometimes I remember what it was like
to have that spark, the joy, the dreams,
the hunger for it all before
it was extinguished.

There are still stars
in the sky where you sed to twinkle.
Sometimes I am lucky to witness
a shooting star when we talk
but that is fleeting in an
otherwise dead sky.

You may not be here anymore,
but were you ever really here?
You did a great job acting
that I truly believed you cared,
at least for a while, and worse,
that you actually loved me.

Why do we bottle it in,
and hold ourself together
in front of strangers who
do not care nor matter?

One day,
someone will want
your smile as the first image
they see for the rest
of their life.

Dear diary;
I cannot handle my mind anymore.
The world is moving too fast
and the thoughts keep racing.
Society is foreign to me as they are cruel,
and I cannot handle them anymore.

I live my life through you,
it's incredible,
it's like I'm living two lives at once.
I may walk alone but our hearts beat as one
and I may sleep alone but we dream as one.
It's like I am in two places at once,
through you and me
until we reunite.