I still cry at night.
When I am alone.
No one needs to see me like this.
I don't want anyone to see me like this.
In my nakedness.
In my vulnerability.
In my weakness.
I am torn apart by my pain.
I am shredded by the hurt I continually feel.
You see, I am missing you again.
The ache I feel from when you left remains.
Ripping open wide the wound in me.
It is my lot to suffer and mourn.
Evermore.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(12/02/2013)
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