Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z.
Why do the words always escape me?
Face to face I can't say what I want.
There's no yelling, screaming, crying to you then.
Plenty of tears are shed after the fact.
Way after.
When I can't contact you at all.
Where did you go?
Why did you go?
Did it have to be so far from me?
My heart was taken when you left.
I didn't try to erase your memory,
But it was so painful to remember.
I couldn't stand the reminder.
Just see that none of it was a shot at you.
Sometimes the shards of glass from heartbreak are too intense.
Some days the pain is excruciating!
I need to be told to breathe.
In and out.
Inhale, exhale.
Every intake feels like death. I die a bitch more.
Each time I let it out I think I lost my soul.
Proof of life is my chest still rises as my lungs take in air.
I'm doomed to repeat this dreadful process once more.
Each sharp stab mocking me!
"Ha, you're still alive!"
My agonisingly stunning muse torments me night and day.
He's still in my dreams.
Sleep so greatly alludes me.
Those eyes bore into mine through closed eyelids.
Its only once exhaustion overcomes me does slumber arrive.
A bittersweet symphony.
You can be as vain as you wish.
If you think that this all about you,
I won't lie and say that it isn't.
Author's Note: Hmm, I have some very bad days at times. This is my only outlet to express my broken heart.