122 days

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It’s been several months since we last spoke

122 days now

If I were to be precise

Yet I still haven’t reached the stage where it gets easier as each days goes by

It hasn’t gotten much better

Still hurts like an open wound

I can’t get used to this

I have no desire to accept it

Reality

Nothing good lasts forever

It’s not been proven wrong to me so far

For everything good I’ve ever had you took away

Crushed it

Destroyed

Now I’m left alone with no wise words from anyone to heal my pain

No words are spoken but my own

In my time of need

Those so called friends of mine have fled

I lay here alone in my bed

Tossing and turning

Thoughts raging a war in my head

I love you

But I hate you

I forgive you

And I miss you.

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