I don’t think anyone could ever understand this pain. I’m so on edge right now. Maybe I should just make it all stop.. for good.
I can’t take it anymore
the hardest part is waiting for him to reach out and be the one to grope for my hand in the darkness. It’s there, it will always be there waiting for him to need me. I wish I could switch the lights on, acknowledge that the room is empty save my presence, that my presence my strength, me, is all I need, and just walk away.
But how am I supposed to continue to do everything I’ve done for the last five years with you, without you?
How am I supposed to go on pretending like you aren’t meant to be here?
How am I supposed to go on pretending like it doesn’t hurt as much as it does?