him...
Keep yourself busy, don't be alone.
Because that's when they come. The thought's, the tears, the temptation, everything comes up like a volcano that I don't want to erupt.
I can't sleep. Even when I sleep my brain grieves.
At this point I have given up on everything, even life itself, but then there's him...
He gives me a purpose to live. He makes me wanna live. He makes me feel like a queen, even on the days that I don't feel like that myself. He is the purpose of life. Somehow even when nobody else cares about me, including myself, he still loves me. When I think of a solution that will help the pain go away but will hurt me at the same time, I think about him. I couldn't see him cry. His tears would be the death of me. I am willing to follow him to the ends of the earth. That's why I'm still here.