the struggle inside

Even though you’re far away
I sit and wonder about the day
Of the days past
And the days to come
Of the ones I’ve lost
And ones to come

I see the photos
A girl u are but also mine
A pop he was great and wise
A mentor one of the many I looked up to
And a girl that showed me life will be bright again
All meaning the world to me

All gone except for u
You are mine and that is great
The day I told you I loved you
There was much to debate
But as time grew on
So did my love for u

So as I sit here and struggle to be one
Waiting for news from u
I feel like knives are ripping me apart
One by one another plunged deep into my heart
As it twists I cry in pain
After the pain comes the welcomed and yet unwelcome darkness

As I sleep I dread the next day and the bad things that it could bring
Sleeping is torture the knives come back and make me wish that I would wake
When I do I just cry and wish it was me not u
I cry about mistakes I made and how stupid some of them were
As the day goes it shows that not everything will be good
But still I try and push on and find something good

Nice poem

Just have to do this:

I claim comment virginity.

thanks murdoch im glad to have people read my poems,was honestly afraid to post them