Hurt
I'm Cold and dark inside is how I feel since you died.
I'm melting away like winters last snow.
I feel my heart, every beat.
My time is near for my heart is broken, never to mend.
Till I see your face, maybe then I'll be whole again.
This is eating me alive, devouring me inside.
I wish this would end, I want to die.
I hurt, emotionally I hurt, mentally I hurt, physically I hurt.
That too much for one to bear.
I'm getting to the point where I don't care.
Copyright © Debra Easterling | Year Posted 2017
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