Not being able to sleep and not eating are just the basics.

Sleeping but waking up is torture.

Because I don't know how to be ignored by someone I loved. I can't even tell anyone else. I afraid that they'll think of you badly. And so, I cry all by yourself.

"We're over, we're finished."

But only memories of good times and love pop up. The more and more I try to erase them, the longer the days get. So it's like I've been losing you for 365 days.

But the thing that hurts the most, is that I don't think you're even thinking about me. I'm doing this by myself. You, the person has already forgotten all about me, and is now happy.

I really wish I was dead,

but I don't have the courage, all because I'm afraid that I won't...

... ever get to see you again.