The Thought Of What Were
The day is so bright like a burning fire,
but I feel so dark inside nothing can perspire,
From within I feel the utmost agonizing pain,
any other person dealing the the same would go insane,
I see people in the distance, but cant make out what they say,
and they walk pass me as if attention is what im asking them to pay,
once I was rich,
with the depths of my happiness full to the brim,
But now its gone,
whisked away by the shear bleakness of the situational torture of love,
How do I go on, or attempt to live life without her,
She was everything that made me,
She was my cure, to the the virus of life that decays me the outside,
But if I'm already dead from the torturous pain, How am i to die?
The tears fall from my eyes like a never ending river of emotion,
I wipe them away but they come with no notion,
My heart leaps when I recall the face of her,
but nothing I can do helps me to deter,
The thoughts of love and dedication I have with this girl,
If it was my choice I would give her the world,
along with all the love I have in my soul,
without her the place my heart was, is now an empty hole,
If there was a way to portray myself to her without words,
I'm sure she would know, and wouldn't swerve,
from the road of which we were to follow,
I see my feelings drowning in a vast empty bottle,
So I wake up hopping that its all a dream,
to find the reality is to harsh to see,
I grab the only thing that is perscribe to take the pain way,
and lay in my own blood, wishing she would of just stayed
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