This is, bar none, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. I’ve been putting this off out of fear. Fear that once I start I won’t be able to stop. Fear that writing this will create more wounds on my already battered soul and fear that I won’t be able to convey just how
The nights I lay awake in bed, I wonder if I’m in your head. Do you miss me or even care? These are the thoughts I cannot bare. I hate to think you gave up on me, but now I know what I did not see. There are days when I miss you so, but
Down down the hole I go where I am nobody knows. Am I ignoring you or at an all time low? Up up smiling again trudging through the week ahead. Happiness is all you see but know it’s pain inside of me.