Writing to you With No Reply

I've put my bloody heart on ice
my skin feels itchy like lice!
I can't bare this; you being away
I miss you, even if I don't cry every day
I'm jealous of the army, of your time
my tears always hurt when I finally do cry
but I always somehow just end up wanting to lie
lie and say I'm happy you're living your dream
but this being away from you is making me want to scream
happy that you now have something to live for
but I feel like a ship without any kind of shore
I miss you so very much, Im off the chart
this kind, this very form of misery is a lost art
I just can't do this without you