Falling apart

I don’t wanna miss you like this. Nothing feels the same. I feel like I’m in hell every time you cross my mind. I’m trying to pick up the broken pieces, but I keep injuring my hands. I eagerly try to cover up the pain, and yet I burst into anger. I want to say thank you, but life sucks without you. I feel utterly disoriented in my mind.

I’m trapped in this cycle of pain and anger. I feel as torn as when I first met you. I would rather stay trapped in the irrational scenarios in my mind than face the harshness of reality. As I attempt to move forward, I find
I’m trapped in an endless cycle of irresistible desire. I don’t think there is an out for me. Some days I would prefer a world where I didn’t feel this pain, and I could pretend as if everything is okay.

I’m falling apart in the harshest ways. I want to run away from this city. I’m reminded of every fleeting memory scorned into my mind like a tattoo. I wish I could cover them up. I can’t seem to move past yesterday,let alone live today.