Lost
I love you more than anything. I’m falling apart at the seams. I’m sick to my stomach because the thought of losing you destroys me. But I don’t think you want to be with me anymore. I’ll be lost without you. Every little thing will bring me agony and remind me of you. But I want you to be happy because of me but you’re not. And you can be so mean. Everything came undone. And now I’m caught between two different kinds of pain, both equally unbearable. There is no easy, happy, or healthy choice.
