My heart feels like it's been ripped out of my chest
But I place my hand where it's supposed to be and I feel it beating and I know its still there
My chest hurts
I feel like I can't breathe
But I place my hand in front of my mouth, I feel the air escape my lungs and I know I'll continue to be
My body aches and I feel like I can't move
But I get up and walk and I know that, that isn't true
My stomach turns and the idea of food makes me sick
But I eat and nothing happens as time continues to tick
I think and I realize that through all this
My ripped heart, empty lungs, aching body and turning stomach one thing was missing
One thing that I feel I need to survive and that one thing is you
I know you're not here
I guess I'll be alright
But without you
I don't wanna be alive
YOU ARE READING
My Missing Piece
PoetryThis is just a poem that I wrote. It's not a story or a book. I'm sorry but I just needed an outlet for my feelings and as most people on here know, writing is a great outlet. Maybe some of you can relate, who knows. So please read it, criticize it...
