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This is me without you - poem

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This is me without you - poem

Indlæg by Roar on Lør 25 jul 2015 - 18:57

Min kæreste igennem næsten to et halvt år er gået fra mig. Det eneste produktive der er kommet ud af det, er et digt. Jeg ved ikke hvorfor jeg deler det med jer, jeg tænkte vel at nogen af jer ville kunne relatere. Jeg ved det ikke. Whatever...
Enjoy my pain, and my crappy, sappy poem about heartbreak.



I can’t stand to be awake, but Sleep is a foreign country, and my passport has run out. I would like to blow my lungs up like balloons, and hopefully fly away. But I can’t breathe. I want to gauge out my eyes, so they can stop crying. Unfortunately, they’re stock in their sockets, and frankly I can’t bring myself to do it. I feel like eating until I burst, and yet my appetite is missing. I wish music would die. Every song reminds me of you. I want to throw away this chunk of meat that is my heart, so it would stop hurting. So no one will damage it further. It still belongs to you, so what’s the point of keeping it?

For how long have I been screaming? Screaming for you to come back. Guide me through the darkness.
COME BACK. DON’T LEAVE. I CAN’T SEE.
You were my light. My steady rock. Now I’m endlessly falling through the darkness, without my soul mate to ever catch me again.

So this is me without you:
A worthless piece of sadness that belongs to no one. Thrown out of the home I had finally found, never to return. So I’ll walk this empty wasteland that is now my life. Searching for this thing, I can never again obtain.

Thank you for having me, and in return giving yourself. Even though everything now is lost, I’ll cherish it, always.
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