If you see this girl,

Could you tell her where I am?

Because waiting for her to come back.

To see her smiling at me again.

The very thought that you're gone doesn't hurt so much anymore.

But the thought of waiting for you is beginning to kill me.

Every moment's like silent torture.

Its killing me yet my face doesn't show a thing.

My body's resisting but it can't hold out for long.

I'm so miserable right now the prospect of throwing myself in front of a speeding truck doesn't seem so bad.

I hurt my shoulder and I cut my arm today.

Sure it hurts.

But its nothing compared to the pain I feel right now.

But that's the thing.

I haven't felt this miserable in a long time.





Miserably in love.




I'm not going anywhere, trust me.