To be with him

White sheets, messy room, messy mind, messy life. 

A little bit of pain, it lingers.

say that I'm fine, convince myself to lie.

In my mind he's a way to survive.

and at night when I dive

into a pool filled with emptiness 

I feel it in my spine, in the mornings

and when i open my eyes. i wanna close them again

because all i want is to be with him.

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