-I cry every night
-Because I can't see, touch, talk, or just lay next to him
-Everything around me makes me feel like I don't belong
-The beautiful things I have left are sitting, ready to fall because of the half broken limb.
-Life isn't fair
-I shouldn't have to be imprisoned in this Hell
-I should be able to be free
-And be with him
-I'm broken inside and everywhere
-He's the only key to fixing me
-Why can't he be here,
-To guide me and comfort me?
-I want him so I don't have to feel this way
-Please if there is a God,
-HELP ME!
