The day the sky falls is the day that I will need you.
Maybe I miss you, but never again shall you be needed.
You hurt me, and even though you aren't here,
You continue to do so.
Every breath I take hurts because I feel it.
I might have loved you,
but every tear i shed is another portion of my love for you slipping down, slipping away.
Tell me this, how can one hate someone yet miss them?
I ask this question everyday,
No answers are formed.
Once I wished I could've died with you,
No, not anymore; I realized you were selfish,
Not only did you want to take your life but also mine.
Well i guess it wasn't meant to be because here I am,
Breathing the guilt, feeling it,
Yet I will always miss you,
But never will I need you again.
Meh, not my best work but yeah, took a lot of courage to write this I guess, I've never discussed these feelings with anyone.