and what am i to do
when the thought of you comes back racing through my mind?
my eyes have come to dry and now am i left, left with no more tears to shed.
now, the pain has worsen. with every inch of my soul overwhelmed with the darkness you left upon me i am no longer able to care for myself.
i picked up smoking shortly after you left, the taste of a cigarette is different to everyone, but to me the taste is reassuring, the taste of death.
now i am left here, alone with all but false hope and broken promises.j.m (via dependent)