Some days ****,
Others aren't so bad.
Some days I pray that God would just take me home.
But then I realize I'm just being selfish.
You know, I never knew what emotions were before I met you.
And now I wish I could forget all again.
But some days, I'm ok.
I can keep my mind busy with thoughts other than you.
At least until I get reminded of you, which is so very easy.
Some days I just sit around and stare.
Not at anything in particular, just stare.
But I'm told it gets better.
Sometimes I almost believe it too,
Until the smallest things bring you back into my mind.
But I make it through life.
Day by day.
Hour by hour.
Minute by minute.
And they add up after awhile.
They add up to a whole lot of nothing.
But life goes on.