Sadly It was not a suicide It was his heart over burdened with unsaid words, destroyed feelings, demolished self respect, and solitude. Which stopped working one night.
I want to be the diary that holds your secrets all your darkness all your deepest scars that chained you into the cage the cage of buried dreams Until you're ready to Let them go. I know you're tired of walking, But know that your destiny is to fly.
Dear love, You're made up of stardust which smells like hope, and your presence is the highest level of intimacy I can ever experience in my life. I want to be inside you, undressing your mind, penetrating your soul, , and releasing my love deep within you.