Tomorrow is my first day without you
And I know I’ll feel like I can’t breath again
I know your laugh will echo as I walk down the hall
I’ll get there early even though I don’t have to be there until noon
I’ll be early anyway
and I might sit in my car and cry
I might go sit in one of our spots and think
But that probably doesn’t mean much to you
You got what you wanted
You wanted to be alone
You wanted to focus on you
But sometimes I still hope memories ******* up for the rest of your life
I still believe in your dreams but **** I hope one day you’ll see giving up is never the right option
Because if you can so easily give up on people
Then what else is next
And tomorrow will be my first day without you
I’m talking to people who stopped loving me like you did again, they still don’t care, just like you
I dyed my hair pink
Because I’m in pain
There’s slashes in places no one can see again
I have anxiety attacks almost every night now
But that’s all okay
Because you got what you wanted
And it’ll be a month by the end of this week
And tomorrow will be my first day without you

(v.m)