I can't just forget him.
Why is everyone telling me
to just forget about him,
as if it were that simple?
I don't think they remember
the feeling of a broken heart,
of living on sleeping pills
for three days straight,
only waking to pee,
of going out three days later
to a restaurant and sitting
as constant tears run
down your face bravely
chewing, swallowing, repeating,
tasting nothing and not caring
who is watching, what they think,
unable to stop crying...
They must not know how it feels
to walk around empty inside,
to run away from silence
and the hope that it brings
that his voice, a phone call,
him walking through the door,
appearing in the chair behind you
could break that silence.
They must not know how
I feel as if a knife were
twisting inside of me,
leaving me raw and empty.
I physically hurt and
there is no cure.
I don't want to live.
I don't want to die.
Forget him...
as if it were that easy.
He was everything to me.
Don't tell me to forget him.
