Cold is the air that I breath,
Sleepless.
That hollow void inside me is as sharp as the winter's bitter air against your bare flesh. I've spent my life trying to fill that empty void with material possessions and opiates to numb the pain of your leaving that left me so helpless.
It's a bitch lying in bed for hours, trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep
trying to catch myself
I roll over and pull the sheets closer
the pillow a poor substitute for you
With fear I strive
but still enjoying the pain
I'm awaiting the dawn
the rain keeps falling down outside but all I see is grey
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