I watch the clock, midnight, 1am, 2am, until its 2pm. Can't sleep, I never really could but now I've nearly got a real case of insomnia, maybe thats just what was needed to push me into full out insomnia. I force myself up but all I do is fall back down. No energy, no life, nothing good. When I lay down at night, my mind goes to thinking of what she might be doing, another guy, another girl, another life without me. My worries of never getting her back, my heart break of never seeing her again. The pain gets unbareable, songs that never meant anything special I find my own meanings to it. Tears drip down, my eyes are bloodshot.

     Why do I bother telling you this? Because I want to scream, to cry myself to sleep. I can't, and it probably wouldn't help. I'm a broken man, I didn't do what a man needs to do to keep the best woman alive. Its my fault. My crime. My punishment. I'd rather be beaten, as at least that'd heal. The scars of losing such a great girl, shall never heal. The love for that woman, shall never fade.

     Who do you ask I am? I'm just your heart broken neighbor....Ignore me if you like. Though it won't change the fact, I wanted her as my wife.

     Don't ever faulter with the one you love. Don't ever stop showing them you love them. Because even the greatest of love, can be broken. If one, just doesn't show it. Words are cheap, actions are rare. If you really care, show that action. Words can be lies, words can be farce, but actions never lie.