“I fucking miss you.”
…would definitely be the lines I would utter to you right now… or maybe the words I would be raving about. However, the better and saner part of me tells me that doing so would be more than a foolish act — it’s a suicide.
When will I ever learn? I try so hard, damn too hard I think I’ve given up a lot of things. Or maybe I’m not trying that hard enough. Damn it. Damn you. And damn me. How long do you plan on making me suffer like this? How long will you play deaf to the pain I scream — all because of you?
Better yet, the best question would be; how long can I endure this futile existence without you in my life?