Everyday is the longest day of my life.
It's so hard to just get one foot out the door.
Like gravity is pushing down on me.
And every step I take is somehow forward.
I don't know how I get through life.
When things are so far away.
And everyday feels like a battlefield I am fighting to cross.
How do I get through the day.
How do I accomplish what seems impossible in the eyes of any living being.
Sometimes there is no thirst.
And there is no hunger,
To move on.
Forward.
When I feel like I'm going backwards.
When does life begin again.
Because everyday my heart is dying a little.
To be with you.
Everyday feels the same.
When will I have meaning?
When will everything we've fought for pay off?
When will I stop falling?
Drowning.
Burning alive.
In my own heartache.
But I love the pain.
In fact, I thank it.
Because it connects me to you.
I love you.
And I would die an infinite amount of times,
On that battlefield,
Again and again,
If it brings be to you.
Because everyday I'm dying a little.
To be with you.
