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Running out of reasons to be numb

Running out of excuses to use

Running out of tears

Running out of breath.
 

Missing the way she held me

Missing the way she loved me

Missing the way she laughed with me

Missing the way she healed me.
 

Hating myself for letting her go,

Hating myself for never running back,

Hating myself for being selfish

Hating the times I never held her longer.
 

Bringing pain to myself for punishment,

Bringing up pathetic excuses to live,

Bringing up long forgotten memories of her

Bringing the misery of being alone.
 

Forgetting why she loves me

Forgetting the peace she brought me

Forgetting the happiness of being with her,

Forgetting how to stop the voices.