Clutching My Phone With A Deadly Grip [Come Back To Me]

My feelings are locked into every piece of my mangled heart... My thoughts are hidden in every crevice of my skull; I want to get through this-- He can't break me. My mind may come up with strong words, but my heart has stopped beating [ Silence ] I am dying to get his attention;

He can't just say that I'm better off without him. It's not true. I refuse to believe it; But then again I refuse to let him tear me apart-- He may have tore my heart, but I am stronger than this [ At least I would like to hope I am ] If I'm not, the world is about to find out...

Just two days short of eleven months-- I hold my ribs to stop the aching in my soul... But I am afraid there is nothing to fix this; No book. No distraction. Nothing. I sigh into the darkness as I clutch my phone with a deadly grip-- Call me... Please call me...

My eyes slowly close and I see our relationship flash before my eyes... Every memory. Every smile and laugh. It's all coming back. I try harder to slip into sleep; I can't cry. Not now anyways-- I fall into a painful sleep learning that I cannot escape the tears...