"Nothing is permanent in this world, not even our troubles." - Charles Chapmin
There's only so many nights I can cry like this.
Running through my thoughts, and wishing I would die, like this.
Never thought I would lose you, and I can't deal with the pain.
Sitting up and wondering how anything could be the same.
You were mine, man. And I was yours.
I ruined our love, because I was so insecure.
I wish I would have told you all that I was feeling.
But, I can't now because you're gone, and I'm barely dealing.
You were ripped away from me and I never wanted to say goodbye.
Now your funeral is here, and I have to, but I don't even want to try.
I miss you so damn much, and the pain just increases.
I will never understand why God takes people from us, but never leaves any reasons.
They say, "We will see them again," but I don't know if I want to believe them.
YOU ARE READING
Where Will I Go Without You?
PoetryI just needed another kind of outlet for my depression, and coping with a loss. I don't have any other outlets, besides writing.