Somedays are so hard...

Somedays are so hard...

Some days I wonder
If the agony is temporary.
It just has to be a nightmare,
One I forgot to wake up after.
Somedays I ponder
On the unfairness of it all
And my insides shatter into
A thousand figments of longing...

Somedays are so hard...

I have, no tomb to visit
Or lay flowers on.
No Worn-out jackets to hold
The memory of his embrace.
I have dried cologne bottles;
Love's scent lost,
And clothes cold to the touch
Like the insides of my soul...


Somedays are so hard...

That I can't believe
I have breathed so far...
And then I realise I am still here 

And I loathe myself for it all...
For being...
When he is not
For breathing...
When he is not...

Somedays are so hard...