not all broken things must be mended

Pointless arguments Unnecesary drama. Vicious emptiness Of voices crying silence. The rotten inside me is eating me alive What’s been broke and dragged off me (has) Left me behind. I am new at moving on I am strong as my mind let me be. I am new at standing brave I got cold and lay still. Strong paranoia Imaginary facts In the middle of nowhere Falling apart. The rotten inside me is eating me alive What’s been broke and dragged off me (has) Left me behind.

Some things are better off written. I am walking almost too sure into a dead alley. No possible way out through, so I better go back, and that implies this, memories, feelings. I was hurt, and that is a fact. One that is oh! So hard to admit, yet obvious to anyone with eyes and ears. I love you in a strong color red, that moves and changes in all of its shades. I miss you. But YOU, it's a word so simple and so inaccurate. The next sentence is a bit narcissist yet the most precise; I miss what you made me feel. You made me feel protected and in company when I did not want to be alone, and even when I wanted it you'd given me space and made me feel strong.You complimented me and I believed those silly lovable words. That you can only think that someone deeply corny or in love could bring them up in a conversation. I miss laughing by the stupidest subjects. I miss the warmth of your arms in the cold days. I miss the calls before sleeping, I miss that you never forget to say you loved me before you hang up the phone. I miss you thought of me as your friend and told me everything, even the hard things. I miss the kindness, the hopeful and naïve conversations about the future. I miss to feel special. I miss the things that are unable to express with words. I miss being a child around you. I guess I do miss, you.