Something's not right

Something's not right

Something's not right I'm sick to my stomach thinking about it

I'm afraid of the outcome of my thoughts

I'm scared he won't see the real me through this mask.

My life has been hell with out him around and

I don't want to live it any longer with out him around.

I tell him I care,

I tell him,

I'll all ways be there

I tell him I'm not going to leave him .

But all he sees is the door shutting in his face

And the tears going down my cheeks.
Whys it so hard to breath without him.

written by Kayleigh A. Murphy
To My beloved Andrew P. Bjorkman