Lonely.
It's lonely without you here.
Inevitable.
This feeling is inevitable.
You.
Your name plays on and on in my head.
Never.
Never would I have thought I'd miss you so much.
Laugh.
We share laughs from time to time.
Gone.
You are gone.
And I can't do anything about that.
I miss you.
I need you.
YOU ARE READING
If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.
PuisiShitty short stories, poems, the feels.
