Another day of hope,
Another kind of prayer
Another disappointment
To find you not here.
I open my eyes to an empty pillow
the creases you left on it, are almost gone.
I rub my eyes of the tears I cried the night before, and follow with a yawn.
As the sunshine breaks through a crack in my blinds, it reflects off of the mirror,
and life is constantly hazy like this, nothing seems to be clear.
But I slowly take in the only sunshine left, and it just doesn't feel the same.
I let another whisper sweet-nothings into my ear, and still I think of your name.
So I've been bound and broken, laying bare on the floor,
Wondering just how much of this pain I can take, before I cant take anymore.
I eat my food, but it has become tasteless and bitter, I take my pills but they only seem to make me sicker.
I dream, and roll and toss and turn, my memories have become a mess. The doctor said I should try to get whats inside me off my chest.
So I hate this pen that I hold in my hand, because it isn't you.
I hate this paper that I'm writing on because it's the bitter truth.
I know you hold it against me, but all I wish I was holding was you. I know you'd probably tell me to go to hell, and I'd do it to be with you.
maybe I wanted to hurt you, the way you had hurt me.
but it was only an unconscious wish that never should have been.
Another day of living,
Another day to bare.
Longing to hold you, wishing you were there.
As I crumble up this paper, in an attempt to rid this pain that has become so vile,
I look back at the lines and can't help but see them curve into your beautiful smile.
I don't know how to end this, it wasn't over. And it still isn't over.
