I just want to talk to you. I’m hurting so bad inside. You’re the only one who understands. The only one who would ever listen. I just wish you’d still be here for me. All I want is to talk.
They say it gets easier everyday… But for me it’s just getting harder
Yesterday’s treasure has become today’s trash. I’ve been thrown to the side like a used napkin. Worthless.
This silence is overwhelming. Every minute drags on longer then the last. When all I want is to hear something, anything. And it seems that I’m losing touch more everyday.
Minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, and days turn into years… And the concept of time becomes irrelevant, just a never ending measurement of the growth of space between a person, place, or thing. Time is nothing but a figment. Something that cannot be touched. But is somehow felt so deeply.