All I do anymore is sleep.
My only escape from an existence so blackly bleak.
Nobody knows the pain and suffering I hold inside.
You can't know why no matter how hard I try.
Even though you don't believe me,
I love you with my entire heart and soul and right now it's profusely bleeding.
If I had a gun I'd finally end it all.
I can't take the loss, your anger, pain, now hate and scorn.
Distance and lack of understanding,
have destroyed us in an earthquake fierce and soul shattering.
If we could close the gap and end this space I know the healing would begin and our destiny sealed our endless love would take place.
I only sleep now to escape the torture I feel inside.
I can't deal with the endless torment of my crazy mind.
Please forgive me I've always loved you with all my heart and soul.
I lay here crying knowing my life is over nowhere to go.
I'll still be here dreaming I'm held so tight within your arms.
The loneliness and distance are tearing me apart inside.
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