The Brokenhearted Journal

The Opening

I want to scream at the top of my lungsI want to throw a tantrum bigger than a pampered five year oldI want to drink to forget everythingI want to share and like every post that relates back to you just so you'll possibly see itI want you to feel the heartbreakI want you to see what you put me through
But instead of doing those thingsI'll simply write and maybe one day you'll come across this book, remember a name, and think about every tear soaked page