As I stand alone in a room full of people I cannot help but feel alone because your present now only lingers and your touch cannot be found. I sit alone in my bedroom with the smell of cigarette smoke and a frame of broken glass stays still in the corner on the floor I crave your lips in that moment although I know they're gone. I cannot bare this pain no longer so I locked myself inside I drew a pretty picture but left a note aside. I feel no pain any longer your touch feels so real i can feel your presence here again although i know... it's not real. -S.B