I don't really know how long its been without you. A month, or two?
You'd figured by now I would have gotten over you. But I greave forever. And I wanted to spend forever with you.
My friends tell me to move on, but its not that easy.
Because you gave my life so much purpose and meaning. I just miss you.
My head throbs violently everyday, and every breath I inhale is like pins in my lungs. There is nothing but tight skin on my bones. Because I want the world to take me, so I don't eat.
Why did you leave me?
