It'll hit you.
Whether it’s a week or a month or a couple of days or even seconds, the feeling of them really being gone will hit you so bloody hard you’ll be gasping for air.
You’ll be left wondering what ifs, why's and what could've happen if you stayed or held on just a little tighter.
When missing them becomes too much to handle and you have to grab ahold of something because suddenly your lungs are caving in on you and you can’t breathe.
It'll hit you when you’re up at four in the morning and the urge of hearing their voice suddenly becomes too much and too loud that you end up crying yourself to sleep that night because they won't be there anymore to chase away your demons.
It'll hit you that they are gone and they are never coming back and when it does, it'll hurt so much that even drowning yourself in everything won’t ever take the pain away.
– 4 A.M.
– l.e
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Kissing Suicide
Poetry❝it pulls me in and tells me of the pain I won't need to endure. the pain of loving you and the never ending war.❞ All Rights Reserved 2017 © L.E
