Killing Me

It's killing me.

 

Not hearing from you is killing me.

I've been dying this slow and painful

Death ever since I let you go.

 

Hollow and incomplete is how I feel,

And still, nothing seems to help me heal.

What am I to do? Nothing I guess,

But wait, and wait until I find rest.

 

I wish so much I could take back,

The things I've said and all of that.

Because not hearing from you is killing me.

 

It's killing me.

 

I wrote this near the end of a good friendship

It is about how silence during the end of a relationship always hurts