You hear those sayings
from people.
That you only will know
how much you love or miss
something until it is gone.
And I always thought of it
like, it is some sweet thing to say.
But after what happend
I think I do only now realise
what I really had.
It was something great
o yeah I knew it was great
but maybe not this great.
I hate my self for losing it
for letting it happen.
It is that moment
when you start to think
what if...
what if it had gone
differently.
What if it had gone
entirely different.
But a second later
you think
but it isn't, it didn't.
Life was great.
Life was good.
Now it *****.
Now i hate it.
It is gone
and it left me broken.