Einsamkeit

The days turn into nights, empty hearts and empty places. The day i lost him, I slowly lost myself too. When he died, he took a part of myself. No time for goodbyes. No explanations, no fucking reasons why. If only sorrow could build a staircase, my tears could show the way. I would climb my way to heaven, and bring him home again. I would do anything to bring him back to me. I would do anything to end what i’m going through. I would do anything to bring him back. Because if i got him back, I would get back the friend that I once knew.