You won't even look here.. I'm sure.

I miss you so very much.. Every moment is filled with you.. thoughts of you.. I'm growing sick and weary of it. It's eating at my soul to think that my life will be spent without you.. because I can't stand to be near you and not be yours. Your not mine.

I feel like death is coming for me.. and I welcome him. For my life seems empty and devoid of anything worth fighting for..