Gone

.:Gone:.

Is it really time to let go?
It doesn't feel right.
My chest feels funny.
It feels...empty.

Something is missing.

I can't stop the tears.
They flow freely from my eyes.
I try my hardest to choke them back.
But they just keep coming.

My eyes ache.

Voices are coming at me from everywhere.
They're trying to comfort me.
I don't want their sympathy.
All I want is to wake up from this nightmare.

But it won't ever end.

He won't be home.
We'll never laugh again.
His shoulder isn't there for me to cry on.
All I have is me.

I'm broken and torn, but I'm all I have.

No matter how many times they say it's okay.
No amount of time can heal it.
I can't feel anything but this pain.
I don't want them to hold me.

I just want to run away.

Away from their hugs.
Away from their lies.
Away from their pathetic attempts to care.
Away from all the memories of him.

But I wear a ball and chain.

Happiness is shoved down my throat.
All I feel is sadness.
I feel empty inside.
My heart was stolen.

So I will pretend.

I will wear a smile.
I will be polite to others.
I will laugh and participate.
But that is all I can do.

I lack the will to feel these things.

All I want is him.
I want to see his smiling face.
Hear his laugh and hold his hand.
But I can never do that again.

Because he is gone, long long gone.