There's a hole in my heart that
nothing seems to fill.
I feel nothing for anyone; I am
dead to the world.
Everytime I think, I think of you.
Pain tears through me.
I struggle to focus myself away
from those memories.
They kill me everyday, and as time
passes, the memories never fade.
I suffer day in, day out, and
beg for death to call
like I begged you to call, before I
cracked and lost my way.
I longed for you, your touch, your
kiss in the night. But
I guess those days are gone and
my heart will heal in time.
It's early days, though, and I miss you.
Please come home.
22.10.09
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