Mornings

I keep reliving that moment in my dreams, I want this to end,
the same feeling I felt when I lost You, again and again,
I cant take it, waking up in a cold sweat, heart racing like crazy,
wondering how much longer this will have to last, hoping God will fade me,
so I slowly fill my lungs with hydrogen cyanide,
exhale slow, Im a thug but my eyes still swollen from crying all night,
do you know how it feels to awake having a huge part of you missing?
waking up to a life not worth living,
dieing slowly, dieing lonely, if only, I had Her, my girl, my Love, my Life, my Homie ...