Mess

When you feel like something is 
missing
And there is mess in your head
You finally realise
That person is missing from 
your bed
There is nothing you can do
Nothing you can say
You just have to work through 
the day
Try and get by
Keep your head in check
Stop sticking out your neck
They don't want you back
All thats left behind is the 
emptiness 
Of what was 
Or what it could have been 
Its all undone
Unseen
Finished
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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