Without you i am a mess
i wake up go to sleep crying
i hate myself time after time there's not lie
i can't talk to you face to face or even on the phone.
i cry
without you my days are not the same
i don't care anymore what i look like, for im not trying
I've finally gave up.
i'm always telling myself "you'll be ok, and you'll wake up and this will all be a dream"
i even cry when i write a poem about you.
without you,
i can't help but wait by the phone for you to call, but you never do.
i can't help but miss you, want you, and feel like i need you
and in the end all i know is i love you.
