it's times like these where I need you the most
but you're never around, no where to be seen
I haven't wrote anything since you've left
I can't function properly without you
my mind and soul were set to depend on you
to rest on your shoulder
there are 7 billion people in the world which means that there are enough shoulders and enough people that would rather hear me talk about what hurts but I refuse to open up to anyone other than you
you were what people would define as a 'soul mate'
you were actually more than that, I was too **** attached
never again.
how could you abandon me?
is it because i'm too ****** up that you failed each and every attempt at trying to fix me?
I wish you'd knew that you being by my side was the only thing that was holding me back from my anger and rage
having you around was the only thing that was keeping me from being on the cusp of insanity; now I'm the furthest thing from 'sane'
I know you're aware of my heavy thoughts that keep me down at times of my broken mind and my shallow soul
we used to have what everyone spent their whole lives searching for
we could've wrote marvelous books
the ones you'd get lost in
we had a strange ability, you and I
we could've been whatever we wanted to be
whenever, wherever, we wanted
we were the furthest thing from perfect
but I promise you, we were something special