Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.