I feel no pain, my tears have dried.

My last and only hope; foolishly believing now left to die.

A hollow shell, flows with the current, washing on shores of coast far and wide, looking for an owner, to once again live life.

Searching for a niddle lost within a hay stack; like looking for a true friend, that won't stab you in the back.

Toke-ing on Mary Jane to clear and relax my mind and in this moment, letting go of life busy thongs.

"Life is too short to be unhappy", so I must respect her choice, I've loss once again, but yet still to her I can smile, just to see her happy; no 'What Ifs' or 'If Only' for atleast, I've tried.

The anger and disappointment, with time soon resides, into guilt and regret; why did I say things I said?...MJ made me realized, it's all too late.