It's hard to pretend that we are okay,
when the silence between us
echoes like suicide in my heart.
I've been losing sleep lately,
thinking about us and the distant mess we have become.
You know that I love you
and that I don't want to lose you,
but why should I hold on
when the fear of losing you
is slowly turning into hate.
You are always on my mind,
and if you could just listen to the cries of my heart,
you would stop cutting it into pieces
and realise that pretending we are okay
is slowly but surely
killing me every day.