The brokenhearted float along the driftless sea,wandering the endless depths of a painful,sometimes non-exist life. We get lost in our own minds,lost in the pain and suffering, lost in the simplicity of love,and the ones we wish we could call our own.I float amoung the dead,the lifeless,the unloving,and heartbroken,trying to find my way back to the one who I truely wish I could call my own.I watch as he loves another,as he kisses anothers lips,holds anothers hand and gives his heart away.
