You say this is suicide ? I say this is a war and I'm losing the battle.
This constant loneliness is killing me and I’m not sure I want to fight anymore.
Why do I still think about you ? Why are you still on my mind when it’s clearly over and we’ll probably never talk again ? I just wish things went differently, maybe we’d be together right now.
I dreamt of you last night. Once again.
It felt so good to have you back by my side.
‘I have a big hole in my heart,’ I said. ‘But it’ll close over.’
'I don’t want to sound all Dr. Phil,’ she said. 'But don’t let the scab seal the pain in, okay?’
'That’s good advice,’ I said. 'I hope I can manage it.’
