Why is it that in the pursuit of feeling lonely, and perhaps sad,

we feel like we're all alone?

Like we're the only one's in this rut.

We entertain ourselves with any liveliness that will strike emotion.

And it's all for love.

For the one we thought we loved, for the one we loved who we let get away, for the one who broke our heart, for the one who's heart we broke.

For the one we thought we could love, who would never live up to it.

For the fear of love.

Why do we tape our lips?

Why are words never enough,

and nothing ever seems to come out right.

Why is that buried deep below all the questions, we know that one day we'll know,

and that everything will be alright.

Tonight in the search of some sort of sparked emotion,

I came across a message, typed for someone specific.

Someone who will probably never read it.

It was a place I never read from;

but tonight I did.

Titled "miss you.. "

"It's been so long since I've held you. I miss you so much. I hope you're still my friend.

I love you still, and always think about you. Your eyes, your smile and you laying in my arms.
Wish u were here . I miss my bestfriend. " (Anonymous)

Why couldn't it be said to her? Why are we so afraid?

But in the end at least we're not alone.