Loss
Two months or so? Thats what it has been so far. Two years, and for what? Gone without a trace, no words, no hints, no arguments, no satisfaction, just gone. Why do I feel so shitty about this? Why can't I just get over it, and move on? Because if I could do that it would be too fucking easy, and life for me, couldn't be too fucking easy, or least of all enjoyable.
I'm here, I'm in pain, I'm writhing in agony, I hope that you're fucking happy.
I'm here, I'm in pain, I'm writhing in agony, I hope that you're fucking happy.