Here are my secrets.

Going through my room today I found an old notebook filled with beginnings of songs and drafts of letters. 

In all honesty, I doubt anyone really reads this. I mean, come on, my life is boring. Haha. But, if someone is reading this, here are my secrets.  Here is my life lived through words written in the past.

"I'm afraid to think, afraid to breathe.

A move I make is a move made wrong.

Hold on tight, don't ever leave.

I'm told I'm weak, you say I'm strong.

But then you left and I broke down.

A simple constant gone for now.

Will you come back? 

Or will I drown?"

"I gave you trust, you gave me pain.

I gave you sun, you gave me rain.

I was right, you're all the same."

"I'm lost inside myself, dreaming of what could have been.

Now is weak what once was strong.

Lost, loneliness seems to overcome me.

As the rain pours on.

I need to know the truth,

Why am I not good enough for you?

Spend my nights all alone in solitude."

There you have it. That's all I could find that was worth remembering. As for the drafts of letters? I can just throw those away. If I meant nothing, then the words I wrote, the feelings I had, they mean nothing as well.

Each word I wrote, I wrote for you.

Each word I wrote was meant for you.

It's plain and simple. 

I took those emotions and made them into a melody.

I don't do that for just anybody. 

It was meant to be special, because you were meant to be special.

And though we have grown apart.. those words are still there, along with the emotions they carry.