How

How can I sit here and say that I got over all of it knowing that it would be lies told. I can’t seem to understand why my life has been spiraling since the day you left. They are called beautiful lies for a reason but no one will ever know how hard the actual truth feels until it’s not being said to you but instead being spit in your face. I could have thought that I seen your face in my living room but I guess it was just me remembering good times. Why did you have to lie before you left it didn’t help my grieving at all it just strangled me. The question of how is still not answered and will never be because you come to visit my dreams and leave when that question comes up.

HOW….. HOW….HOW OR WHEN DOES IT STOP WHEN THE THOUGHTS DONT LEAVE YOU ALONE.

I can’t leave with so I see until I’m there then I won’t understand how you feel.