I can feel my soul plummeting. Every word spoken is another stab At the ever going hole inside of my chest. I feel you on the other side yet you keep your distance. Loving you was tough but losing you became all the more harder. When I cry, I hurt with a inconceivable pain. It’s so hard to live but too scary to die, so I must live with this dilemma. I remember those eyes and luxurious hair, as it effortlessly slips through my fingers, As I stab even further at the growing hole manifesting in my chest.