Space, time and distance don’t seem to mean anything
when I can’t get away from myself.
I can’t get away from these feelings
and they are beating me to the floor.
I’m tired of missing you
tired of feeling the loss.
Tired of all of the things that I know
wishing for ignorance and bliss.
How could you just disappear,
walk away and just be done?
I guess that’s the hardest part to take
how little I meant to you.
It’s broken down my spirit
my sense of pride and self.
That you just left like it was nothing
when it was everything to me.
I know it doesn’t just go away
but I wish to god it would.
I just don’t know where it’s supposed to go
and how I can leave it there.
It doesn’t matter to anyone, I know,
and the only one hurting is me.
The only one grieving, the only one mourning
and that still doesn’t take it away.
The anger is still eclipsed by the pain
the disgust still consumed by the loss.
The heart is simply still broken
I just wish it didn’t hurt anymore.