A tearful time.

I cried so many times I filled the river that was a desert before. I cry every night I see your face, I cry every time I hear your name. At night I dream it all black and my mind cracking, this pain inside you know I was never good at hiding it. I see myself in my mind crying holding my chest at the same time. I feel hallow, dead, like I never want to live again. I look at a girl who looks like me and I say “have you ever had that feeling?” she looks at me smiling wickedly her head turns at an angle she slowly speaks. “Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t dying is easy; for someone who has a hurt heart. So let me put my shine nails in it and take that way and then we can call it a day.” Next thing I know I’m surrounded by nothing my breathing goes along with my soul.