I wonder if she still loves me
Does she think of what we could've been
Does she even think about me at all
I've lost count of the times,
I've wished to say helloAnd if it would be worth going to she'ol
I'd like to think I'd see her there
but there's only the grave
I know there's no waking if I visit death
When I die, it'd be my last breath
If she does still love me, think of me
and what we could beWould I let it all go
For what seems like joining the devil to those that know
I won't have the pain that comes
When thinking of past happiness
If I enter into this security
False though it may beIn a relationship that's twisted for both you and me
I know it's useless to dwell in the past for too long
But the present doesn't feel here
And when I think of the future it just disappears
with or without you in it
I'm at my last limit
of what's wrong and rightOf when I should and shouldn't care
It was so dark when you were here
but atleast someone was there to hear the things I couldn't bare
I thought we'd always have each otherWe always said we'd be together
but I don't know where you are now
I'm alone and I don't knowI don't know who you are
I don't know when those midnight whispers of what we did wrongTurned into the witching hum that cuts me from sleep
Restlessly chasing for the answer
Of what I could've done
for those times that you were in need
and confided in me
Before I had let those pieces cut too deep
Maybe you'd still be hereand things would be the same
As they were before
So that I could still stay with you
YOU ARE READING
I'm Dying Inside
PoetryI said I'd never post another story,poem or whatever on here because I'm terrified of my feelings being shw,n I'm literaly shaking as I write this ...