I held you when you needed me, then I held back tears as you were leaving me. the greatest difference I found between us apart from the miles, was the way I kept promises when I looked into your eyes.
And the last remarks you made, well those were my favorite lies.
I'm tired of being passive, I'm tired of being silent. I tried, Being someone I'm not; I tried, Being who I was, Before everything shifted; I found myself lost.
lately, death is always on mind and not in the sense that i think about killing myself or have lost anyone but since you've been gone you might as well have left with the others whose time has ran out because it feels like you left to rest forever and a piece of me went with you and i'm so tired of this longing this sadness missing you when you aren't dead only missing from me