Scratch that-
I do have the urge to write
yet my words are filled with more bite
then intended.
My soul is far from mended.
I wake up in the middle of the day,
crying and trying
to scare your ghost away.
Your the only man who has stolen my heart,
and its killing me [literally]
that you forced us apart.
There is no forgiveness in my eyes,
but this yearning in my soul
will be my ultimate demise.
I want you back,
more than I want air.
Although i've been struggling,
not to care.
Your face is a painful memory im forced to shun,
my battle for your heart has only begun.
The fight may be in vain, yes
and it was my fault we broke, I confess,
but when I wake up in the morning,
I dont crave a cup of coffee,
I crave your soft caress.
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I dont know how much longer I can deal with this, its been a hard road already with suicidal thoughts and attempts. Its honestly true that you dont know what you got until its gone. Its pitiful that it took a horrible break up and 2 months for me to realize that I was in the wrong the entire time. I would sell my soul to have him back although my mom says she wouldnt let me date him again. I dont blame her, she's been a saint putting up with me for the past 2 months, but then again she doesnt see exactly what im going through (although i know she can relate). I feel like im at the edge of my rope....and I truly want to let go.
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