Tears flow from my eyes in little misguided river paths…Maybe if I had only been able to hug you once more, or hold your hand as you left. Maybe then this wouldn’t hurt so much.
Maybe then I would be able to understand why I am left here alone.
It was once said, “Who do you turn to when the one who can stop your tears is the one who is making you cry?”
I wish they had found an answer…
Maybe then losing you would be easier for me to deal with.
It was once said, “Who do you turn to when the one who can stop your tears is the one who is making you cry?”
I wish they had found an answer…
Maybe then losing you would be easier for me to deal with.
But the thought of life without you is too painful to bear…
It actually hurts…
It actually hurts…
Like a cut on my skin, only the cut is much deeper…
It’s on my heart.
It’s on my heart.
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