You sit there and wonder,
How can pain feel so real?
How can you bearly feel a single thing at all?
It just drives you crazy.
The want to talk,
To trust,
To love,
To hug,
To touch,
You want it so bad, so bad it drives you insane.
Like a part of your soul has gone running,
Running so far into the distance it leaves you in a cloud of dust,
Disappeared, vanished into thin air,

At least that's how I feel.