When you wake up like every day I feel the void of your absence, are away all those times we shared, and the tears are a comfort. I embrace the solitude that is now a faithful companion and I ask myself if at any time until she leave me.
The memory consumes me, brings me to the labyrinth of images and words that are part of that life you had together and tormenting my present.
I can not deceive me more, though I try to repeat in my mind over and over again that it will not be real, not achievement. I've been in that melancholy soul that has become too heavy a burden that goes plunging into endless sadness.
I made my usual sadness and my life has lost its meaning, as I can live like this. As dying my heart, I feel so far and every time you fade more, scream in silence I need help. What if I like anything and it will make sense. As much as press hard my eyes and hope that when you open it all been a bad dream, that never happens. My nightmare is still present and do not want to go because the food every day with my pain.
I do not want to lose you, if I have not already lost, just imagine that one day you will return, you miss me and want to come back to me, but that is not true is the biggest lie I can I create. You're gone and will not come back and let me no longer matters, while I'm still here, immersed in fictional stories and slowly dying in this lonely without you.