It took great strength to forget you and leave you behind, you have me that strength which is unbelievable irony.

I break down every day.
I struggle every day.
I see that glimpse of lying hope, every day.

I cry because It was real.
I clench my fists in agony
I'm done trying to feel.

I lose sleep, I can't eat, I die every day inside, just the pieces of you.
My body and mind are trying to fight this infectious disease, the love and idea of you.