I wish

I could breathe.

I wish my heart didn't hurt so bad.

I keep trying to change positions I sit or lay in to get comfortable, but no matter which way I get, it all hurts the same, and I'm uncomfortable all the same.

I forgot what it was like to feel this devastated.

"You were trying to kill me with a hundred knives, you were trying to kill me in the heart a hundred times..

I know you're there, I wish you'd talk...

Roll over to me, roll over, roll over to me, roll over...

But there is nothing I'd rather do then spend all day in the sac with you, I want to mess up my sheets with you, there is nothing I'd rather do."