Each morning when I wake up,
I try to remember what it felt like.
What it felt like to live a life worth having;
A life full of possibility.
Each morning when I wake up
and the sun seems dimmer
and the air feels colder,
I try to remind myself.
Remind myself that they say,
"It gets better."
But when?
Each morning when I wake up
I ask myself "how will today be different? Be better?"
My fear is that it won't...
Each morning when I wake up
and question the emptiness
and wonder how I got so lost,
I cling to the hope
that what has been lost
can once again be found.
Each morning when I wake up,
I feel the sadness start to creep in around my carefully constructed walls
and the crack in my armor begins to grow...
Exposing what lies beneath.
When I wake up in the morning,
it all comes rushing out leaving my armor broken
and my heart exposed...
Leaving me empty.

How do you make yourself fall out of love?
Do you tell yourself you're just not enough?
How do you forget the feel of his arms around you?
The secrets you kept that only he knew...
How do you stop feeling the brush of his lips;
the lingering feel of the way he kissed?
The rush that he gave you... Oh the butterflies!
Was it all for nothing, just pain... lies?
How do you stop the pain; the tears in your eyes?
when in your mind echoes the repeating goodbye...
How do you make yourself forget his touch
when you allowed yourself to feel sooo much...