Confessions of a broken heart

Envisioning a life with you is getting so dim. It used to be as clear as day. Now, the prospect is thinning. Nights are filled with sorrow and pain. Pain of trying to give up, making myself not love you.

Sleepless nights pass by more frequently. Trying to prepare a reaction to when you say it is over before it even begun. Thinking of you leads to heartache, wanting you so badly, knowing that it will not come easy.

Now sick and tired, the want to be with you slowly dies. The joy in seeing you disappates. My brain is winning, my heart left tattered. There is nothing left to hold on to, nothing to support. Truth begins to sink in.

It's over. I'm done.