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.