In my broken heart there is a floating tumble weed
Blowing throughout my empty, lonely void
Your phenomenal presence and luxurious love is all I need
The lack of love is making me annoyed
Annoyance, isolated me from everything else but purpose of life
In my own state of loneliness and own sadness
Just leave me alone with this sharp bloody knife
Every single day, does not make sense in this mess
My raindrop tears splash on the page of my writing book
I wrote a paragraph of what I can sense
Excitement for me to write on each page, I read and look
However, this book makes me feel very nervous and anxiously dense
I wrote about my experiences last sorrowful, I thought about
how life seemed to be so chaotic and brutal
I’m writing this book to make it clear out
Life is so much more complicated, unfair and cruel
I wish I could be more warm and beauty
in the world and I wish for more love
I wrote this in my old, torn, leather diary in duty
To you my love, so high up above