My heart feels like its being ripped out, and I feel so very nauseated. It kills me to know that I’m not important to you; not important enough for you to spend time. Trying to not let my unhappiness show, apparently, it isn’t working. What else am I supposed to do?! I’m just kid at heart no matter how old I act.
This sorrow is like a tumor, a cancer, and it’s eating away my life. That stupid parasite is killing me, and no one really cares. It’s sad that all of these people are sitting here watching me fade away.
I’m playing those heart-songs you gave me over and over again. Playing your last movement in my mind cause, believe it or not, I really miss you. No one really believes or do they even see it?! I don’t think so. Man, I really don’t think so.
I’m just telling myself that I’m over you and that I’m just fine, but YOU WIN. I sure to hell didn’t lie when I said that it hurt, but I underestimated the pain. I’m still hoping to see your face again, hear our voice speaking specifically to me. Maybe again, maybe again, but I really don’t believe it anymore. Would you prove me wrong?
God-damn...
I miss you,you silly Bastard. |
Submission Name: I Miss You,You Silly Bastard
