everybody said time will heal but 9 months have gone by and
i still slit my wrists at 1 am because i need something to numb the pain of my heart.
i lay awake in bed at 3 am because I lost the best thing that's ever happened to me and i will never be good enough to get him back.
i don't wake up when I'm supposed to because being asleep is better than being awake.
i don't eat anymore because my stomach is tied in a knot and there's constantly a lump in the back of my throat.
i don't smile anymore because how could anyone when they are in this much pain.
i am broken and i don't know how to put the pieces back together, or if I will ever be able to.