Some people leave without leaving.

We had something, didn't we?

Healing hurts before it helps.

Empty room, full of memories.

I'm healing, just slowly.

Tears are just feelings that ran out of room.

Loved you more than I loved myself.

Missing someone I can't call.

Sad songs and late nights.

Hurts to admit it, but I miss you.

Faking smiles is exhausting.

Healing is lonely sometimes.

You moved on so fast.

Grieving what could have been.

Even the sunshine feels grey today.

The kind of tired a nap won't fix.