Waking up is the hardest part.
Opening my eyes, only to realize that you're not here.
To realize you probably wont be again.
Knowing as I open my eyes, you're opening yours, looking over to your signifigant other.
I lay here, praying that maybe, you just might be here again.
But what is the use of praying to something I dont even know exsists? I lay here, knowing that at some point, I have to get up.
For what?
I have no reasoning anymore.
Infact, I have no reasoning for anything anymore.
I find it quite useless to even breathe.
I dont know what im doing.
Jun 9, 2011
Jun 9, 2011 at 7:18 AM UTC
Waking up is the hardest part.
Opening my eyes, only to realize that you're not here.
To realize you probably wont be again.
Knowing as I open my eyes, you're opening yours, looking over to your signifigant other.
I lay here, praying that maybe, you just might be here again.
But what is the use of praying to something I dont even know exsists? I lay here, knowing that at some point, I have to get up.
For what?
I have no reasoning anymore.
Infact, I have no reasoning for anything anymore.
I find it quite useless to even breathe.
I dont know what im doing.
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