Hanging on

Waking up and dealing with this hurt and trying to hang on to you,

Everyday i feel this pain consume me and killing what we have left.

I can’t keep fighting this battle alone and have no clear indication if you will be waiting when I win the war.

What is wrong with us, when did hurting each other become more important.

Do you feel this weight pulling us down or have you become numb to all feelings.

Why is your pain more important than mine?

Why are you hanging on to each past event and allowing it to cloud your judgment.

Your touch has become as cold as death and your heart stone and eyes tells lies

You so far gone that your hatred has overcome your willingness to live.

I just can’t keep hanging on to you, as it is clear you let go along time ago.