You feel empty on the inside, nothing that used to make you feel alive is working anymore. You tried to hang out with as many people as possible trying to fill the empty hole. You come back home and it haunts you again and again. Going to sleep is a scary thing, the already-known feeling when you first wake up will be waiting for you every morning when you remember that no, they didn’t come back. Getting used to feeling sadness because they say you have to feel it to let it go. Swearing you won’t ever let somebody make you feel that way anymore.
I don’t want to write about how you’re feeling, I’m not in your body and I don’t know you anymore.
But I know you can see yourself in some of my words babe, I’ve been through the same. And because of that, I have to stay away. Letting you think I’m the worst person on earth, letting you turn our memories into nightmares when I appear in your mind. Forgetting about the good ones, because I know holding onto anger will help you heal all the scars.
But even if I respect your pain, you have to know I never wanted to cause it in the first place. You can’t make a plant grow just out of the sun and it was too late when you got the water, I was long gone.
But it was real, all the love. It doesn’t evaporate I don’t know where it goes.
After all, I hope you find your peace, the same one I found when I let you go.