When will this living hell end
When will all this stop?
The hurt
The void I feel inside
When will the pain cease?
Paining my very soul
When will this living hell end?
When will all this cease to hurt?
When will these memories fade?
As each memory dances through me
The pain becomes more pronounced
When will the reality
Of not having him in my life
Cease to rip me apart
When will this living hell end!
With each passing day
I breath – automatically
I walk – robotically
I talk – mechanically
I go through each and every day
Walking
Talking
Breathing
...Robotically
Without thinking
Unconsciously
Involuntarily
As if on automatic pilot
As a reflex action
I continue to live a loveless life
You see
I’ve lost love
And now
I am a dying
A shriveling, withering, eroding shell
That once had true love
And now it’s gone.
