To those that did not know him , he came across as narcissistic , but those who were close to him thought he had come over his grief and was now happy .
Little did they know that he was neither ...
He was happy
He lied
He was happy
He was depressed
He was happy
he felt sick of the world now that he was gone
He was happy
He did not know how to continue without him
He was happy
His only true love that had kept him sane no longer existed
He was happy
Now he did not know who he was without him
He laughed carefree , every day
He wailed , consumed by pain and longing , every night
Oh , but there was one thread that was still helping him stay sane and not falling into madness.
He wrote letters to his beloved every single day, desperately holding on to his sanity.
