The Pain



How do I stand the pain?

Each moment is worse than the last,

Making me want to scream,

In my emptyness.



Hell is not a place.

It is a state of being.

My state.

Being without you.



I remember your touch,

The way you laughed,

The way we held one another,

Being together.



We had our hope for the future.

Now I hurt him.

Is it worth it?

Will it ever be right?



I must belive we will be together,

That I can make amends with him.

And that I can atone,

Being with you once more.