Sight of Misery

Sight of Misery

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sightofmisery By sightofmisery Updated May 14, 2015

The night was cold and the streets empty and it couldn’t fit better with me. Cold and empty. I looked around, I was alone. And I wanted to laugh. How ironic. Alone. All alone. 
My thoughts focus on someone. Him. Everything seems to be about him. My chest hurts, my head hurts, my body hurts. Is there something that doesn’t hurt when you lose love?
I wish I could run away, away from this feeling in my chest, it’s like I can’t breathe or maybe it’s me that don’t know how to do it anymore. But after all, how can you run from what's inside you? 
I want to dream that he loved me back and that it was our demons that were to strong and pushed us away. We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours. 
I start to make my way back home at the same time that all the memories come back… but he never does.