And will I be the same?
When I come out the other end...
will any of me remain?

You can see the sadness in her eyes,
the hurt that you caused with your lies.
On some days, she looks so fragile
that it seems she’ll break if the
wind blows the wrong way.
She appears to be worse with each coming day,
spiraling into the darkness,
reaching out for a hand no longer there.
Grasping at nothingness,
free-falling into a dark abyss.
She closes her eyes, and you’re all that she sees,
remembering your smile one more time.

I think you broke her soul. She’s barely alive.

Sleep will never understand the tiredness of my soul.

Come to me,
in the lights of the day,
in the nights if you may,
come for I wait for you,
and this time come and stay.

Missing
you
feels
like
breathing
underwater.

Tonight
I’m
sleeping
at
the
bottom
of
the
ocean.