The hurt.
I can't explain this feeling.
This aching, and pain.
I know why it's happening.
I know what has done this.
Losing you, my heart is broken.
I can't explain the agony my heart has right now.
I want to let it out.
I want you to know what you meant to me.
What a real friend is.
And that was you, to me.
I have died inside a little more each passing day.
trying to take it in, to understand.
But nothing eases the pain I have.
tears pouring, feelings, memories.
All jumbled, all strong.
it's this pit of hurt.
pit of pain.
The hurt.
It hurts.
You would have been the one to take it away.
but now I cry for you.
Not in your arms.
or on your shoulder.
But out loud, to you.
In the night, when no ones around.
Whispering to the dark.
Looking at you, your pictures.
So unreal to me that you are gone.
But I feel and look in my heart.
A little piece of me is gone.
But I know where it is.
The hurt, will fade.
But my love wont.
the hurt.
this hurt.
is love, only with tears.
For my Cory
Cory Alexander Edwards
March 17th 1980- May 27th 2002
Writen on the 31 of May 2002
