It broke as I cried for you
Wailing in dreams I wished you were there
How will they know the emptiness of my arms if I lack the ability to say it through my hyperventilating sobs
How do you tell someone they don't make you happy in the same ways she does
The ways in which I act around you is the reason i know I can find happiness somewhere in life
You are the reason someone fills the gap in my heart, why I know the feeling of being myself
I hate that I can't just wish your struggles away.
But as said, there's only so much I can do.
