I used to question life
Like why do I have to feel this pain?
Why do I have to feel the shattered pieces of my heart?
Why life ain't treating me good?  

And I used to question my own existence,  my own life
Why I had this life?
Why am I here?
Why life is so unfair?

And when life question me
Why do you hate yourself?
Why do you keep pushing people away?
Why do you hate life?

I used to question if things could get worse and now I wonder if my life can get any better.

They said pain is temporary
But I can feel my bones
disintegrating at a rapid pace
the more I think about your goodbyes
you keep sending me.

I can feel my blood
entering the veins to my brain
like a bullet train
the moment you wanted me
out of your life.

I can feel my breathe
reaching an unsteady,  
erratic tempo as my pulse flutters
in my heart
the moment you said
you love someone else.  

It has been 6 months exactly
since the the day you turned around
and never looked back.  

But the pain is still here.  
It's still destroying the **** out of me.
It's as if I would run out of breath
and collapse any moment.

Tell me.

How do you **** a feeling?