Pain 


I miss the pain;

The hole it leaves,

Swallows me whole,

And I must be messed up,

To think like this,

As I play our songs and think of you.

I don’t miss our fights,

And all our pain,

But this hole just won’t be filled.

So I keep on doing this,

Repeating myself,

Until I’m all burnt out,

And hope the need is gone.

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