Miss

Miss.
No matter how long it's been. It hurts! I miss you incredibly. There is an iron blank in me, no one fills, there is no one of them could fill. Perhaps it's my fate to be so alone. It would be nice to have someone to speak to, but I haven't. Damn missing you is hard, you never come back and to know this hurts incredibly much. There is no day that I do not ask myself when happiness comes to me. When will I be happy? Why I can't I laugh?Is it not unfair? I know it to appreciate, but don't get out there. The others do not even know what kind of luck they have and claim to be unhappy. You do not know what is misfortune. My heart continues to beat, while I'm getting colder.
I wait in vain, no one sees how I inwardly go basically to. Everybody says "That's not writing you", or "My condolences." I'm going to show it to you. To miss is such a big thing, no matter how much you miss, you can't put it into words. There is nothing worse than that. You break your head on something while you point, you should forget at last. You can't forget. There are the memories that plague one.