This burning ache inside my chest
is burning hole within me.
Drilling deeper every minute every hour
slowly taking over me.
I cannot breathe, I cannot think
I feel like I am standing on the brink
I am tired of holding on,
and tired of being strong.
The only one that can help this ache,
is the one who has caused it in the first place.
I should be patient and understanding,
but really I want to be selfish.
If I were to think of me only,
the pain might stop, but I would still be lonely
Lonely to the core,
lonely to my aching bones.
I lay in the dark wanting arms around me,
but instead the blanket, the same shade of night is all that holds me.
I want to end this hurt. I want this pain to stop.
So instead of telling you my pain, I write it out in vain.
Maybe if I type it up,
maybe it will be enough.
enough relief to ease the pain
enough to feel barely sane.
You may never read this, and it doesn't really matter.
For even if you ask how I feel my heart will still shatter.
For one who has come to depend on you, is hard enough to see.
and then to have it ripped away makes me long to be free.
I still love you so, and I cannot let you go.
I will remain, as is my choice.
I cannot see how to heal this ache,
Even though I have a voice.
A voice to be heard, a voice to share concerns.
A voice to express desire.
I will keep working right beside you and tend to my hearts desire.
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