Some days are better than others.
This morning was one of the "others"
The pit in my stomach - it still hits me in the heart when I wake up and remember that you're gone.
When does it get better?
Have I not healed at all?
Why am I still crying?
I am surrounded by loving friends and it cannot fill this emptiness where you once lay.
After everything that you put me through at the end.
I still miss you more than life itself.
Am I dying slowly?
Or just preparing myself for death itself.
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