It's been 2 years, has it not?

It's like inhaling dust
From all that haze
Except that haze is gone
And the pain remains

My lungs are on fire
I feel something - or someone
Slicing, gnawing at them
Or rubbing salt - I can't really tell

I was promised (I told myself)
It would get better
But it didn't and
Now I'm in bed wide awake
Spooked by the memories we made

People act like it and pretend that they care
But saying "It's gonna be okay"
Isn't exactly fair
When actions speak louder than words

Because in the dim light of my phone
Those words were my distraction
Words were my relief and
Words are all I have

I want this to be over
I want to forget
But these memories are etched