Some days I have to breathe a little bit louder, cry a little bit harder, just so that i can realize I'm still alive without you.
Some days I can still hear the beating of whatever is left of my heart and if I could take all that is left and give it to you.
And I'm starting to think that you left because I ran out of lovable pieces and all that was left of me was the pent up anger and self-hatred.
And maybe one day I will be okay without you, but I will never stop missing you.