When I’m lonely, is like my friends don’t even know me anymore. I miss her so much, especially when she was my ride or die.

I miss her so much, I lost in sorrow as I get high and drunk in every club I got to. I miss her on my lap, in my arms, especially her sweet lies and soft comforting voice I lost myself in.

We broke up because she was manipulative and lied to me all the time. But she was a perfect dream I have. We were in a band together, and now without her. I feel lost even though she hurt me. But at least she never cheated.

Tonight my friends invited me to this restaurant and it was a bar. I drove my motorcycle there in my suit they told me to wear. You know…to look formal. But my heart aches when I wore that suit because she brought it for me.