Hurt

My heart hurts.
I'm suffocating under an avalanche of crippled memories,
Unspoken ballads of how things should have been for you
Invade my lungs and beg to be sung out,
Rip at the inside of my skin and I am drowning
In the blood of broken hopes...
Broken childhood aching that will never be the same without you.
My first a lot of things has perished from this plane,
And I'll scour every inch of heaven and hell to find your face again.
I miss you with a howl in my bones
That would unsettle the man in the moon
And I'm hurt wondering how I should live without you.