It Ends

My chest, it burns, with longing ache,

I don't know how much more I can take,

The pills still tend to keep me awake,

And they don't keep me from missing you.

 

The night is cold with winter chill,

And our picture is on my dresser, still,

I'm waiting for this all to heal.

You left me with nothing else to do.

 

I miss your voice, and the warmth of your skin.

You're the only person I've ever let in.

I was so eager for this life to begin,

But it ended when with what you put me through.