Damn been a minute since i picked up this pen, damn how you still been my friend ? im writing you this letter because my heart is torn and all ripped up and worn . i needed someone to talk to but everyone faded away but the pen and paper was here to stay mine and pookiee relationship aint doing so well its falling apart thats why this poem is called, "dear my broken heart" i keep trying to hold on to something that may not have been meant to last i mean shit a year and a half ? one of the people who helped me get over my addiction but still the person who dont got time to listen everyone is fading away and im still sitting here wishing life stays the same people grow up and friends drift apart dont worry you guys qot a special place in my hart from my family that broke apart and from the day my heart stopped life goes on and its not gone wait so i sit back and hide from faith the faith where maybe me and pookiee wasn't meant to be i still feel like he needs me and even when im done and had enough; i still hold my head up and say, "damn this world is tough"
