The wrek of me
I know you are gone
Probably to never come back again,
Probably for the best,
Probably the best thing to do,
But do you know about the seemingly Ok
Looking wrek that you have left behind
With no where to go
The endless tears that flow from my eyes
Through days and nights
The pain I never dare to feel,
The pain that almost kills me,
The pain that drives me daily
And distracts me continuously
The pain, that pulsates in my head
But everything happens for the best
But still after all this time
Parts of my bed still smell like you
Parts of my comforters still possess your smell.
Some nights I imaginary Hug you to sleep.
Some nights sleep doesn't come to me.
Mornings often make me cry.
Daytimes are often distracted
But as you said I will try to focus
Because I am obedient
I will obey this insanity because its my heart that started it.
Because it's Me at fault. Therefore the sufferings are mine.
I Will work, because thats where ,I have some value.
Because thats my escape,and my serenity.
Bless me. To bear with emotions.