Prayers of the damned

Please

Please help me. Help me to stop caring. Help me to stop checking my phone. Help me to stop wishing he would tell me he wants to come back. Help me to go to sleep without him. To sleep without wanting to talk to him. Help me stop wanting him. Help me let him go. Like he said, like I've said, like everyone has said, we have to move on. He's out doing our thing with other people. And I'm here trying to sleep with a broken heart. Knowing I'm losing him by every passing minute. Him slowly ripping his heart out of my hands. And taking my heart with him. He's not thinking about me. Like I am about him. He isn't wishing I was with him, watching that movie. He doesn't wish I was sleeping next to him. He doesn't wish we worked. He doesn't wish we were together or want to fix it. And that's not fair, that I be the one so broken. But I guess I'd rather me hurt than him feel any pain. I really do. I guess just. Help me to not hurt anymore. Me being hurt hurts him. And I don't want him to hurt anymore. So please help me