Why must I miss you so?
Why can't I let go like you did? Why am I still reeling from the break?
You might as well be dead to me now, so well have you proved that me and my love were nothing. Would that I could let go so easily. No, I pass my days with dreary boredom, painful memories, and physical pain, since that alone seems to work, at least temporarily, at making the others go away. Anger and rage alternate as other temporary outlets, and I use them frequently.
I'm adrift. No home, no love, no understanding, and no idea where to go from here.
You might as well be dead to me now, so well have you proved that me and my love were nothing. Would that I could let go so easily. No, I pass my days with dreary boredom, painful memories, and physical pain, since that alone seems to work, at least temporarily, at making the others go away. Anger and rage alternate as other temporary outlets, and I use them frequently.
I'm adrift. No home, no love, no understanding, and no idea where to go from here.