Missing.
Losing, breaking.
You’re hurting, faking.
When they’re gone you’re bleeding, praying.
Waiting for them to come home but they never do.
Hoping they call or text, regretting
Everything.
Piercing. The words you said.
The ones you can’t help remembering.
Haunting. The scars you created.
The ones you keep replacing.
Dying. The love you felt.
The ones you loved.
Crying. Tears of blood.
The ones that keep pouring,
Falling.
I am broken now.