A letter I wish I was Weak enough To send

I'd tell you what's going through my head,
But that's just not what needs to be done.
I'd get a mirror and show you what keeps me up in bed,
But I wouldn't want to complicate your life and ruin your fun.

I'd burn down the memory -
But maybe I just don't want to forget.
I guess it's just a secret I hope you never see -
Another war that I just can't win.

You're killing me and you won't ever know, and that's not wrong.
One day you'll wake up and notice I'm gone.
Dead, probably from the replaying good-byes and every time I had to watch you go,
Hand in hand with him while I wonder why - why I can't let you know? But I know...

It tears apart limb from f*****g limb,
This torture I'm put through,
Makes me want to give in,
But it's the price I pay for missing you.

Author's Note

I really would like to get some reviews for this one - I'll apologize beforehand for any inconvenient "read requests" received.

Reviews

[revalatia]

Pain ...I'm feeling the pain in this dude...totally. Rolling an open wound in fiberglass and rubbing alcohol would feel better than the imagery described here.. nice.