Some nights the pain is stronger.
Some sights hurt more to see
and some words hurt more to hear.
Seeing that one, hearing about the other one...
It all kinda makes me wish those senses would just quit.
I get it more than I would like to,
but that does not make it hurt any less.
Sometimes I wanna just pack up and leave.
I can't.
I promised I would always be here.
So here I will be.
Sometimes I wonder if the pain will ever fade.
Will the loneliness ever subside?
Will the tears stay away for more than a day?
Sometimes...
I just miss being loved.