It feels like being stabbed
and it’s slowly being twisted.
It feels like a punch in the stomach
It knocks the wind out of you,
before you get a chance for one last breathe.
I can’t take a deep breathe
there isn’t much left inside anyways.
Sleep isn’t going to happen
it will just be filled,
with nightmares
nightmares.
I hate waiting
Knowing what the outcome might be,
It just makes this hurt even more.
For all my faith
all my blind faith
I have a feeling we won’t find our way back
to each other
if we let go now.
It is like hearing the rope dragging on the floor
as he comes down the hallway
to (perhaps) finish me off.
I hate waiting
six more days of this hell.
I hate waiting
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