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Inside this lonely head of mine, repeats the same questions

Questioning lies

While I’m laying in a bed without you next to me

I curse the day .



What use will it do me

To live with a hole in my side

A distrust reflected

In my sad eyes



For you.



When you will carry on in life, perfectly without me.

You will forget the scent of my hair

The feel of my skin.



You will not remember waking up next to me.



And this is the part that hurts the most

That once something has passed

It’s a part of history

No more real than the imaginary

In the present.



For you



I promise myself, I will not break down in bitter tears

I will hold onto my life, my body, my heart

With every inch of strength and wisdom in my soul.

I don’t want to live

With a hole

In my side.