I thought time was supposed to make things better but every day my heart breaks a little more. As each day passes I cry a little harder. I lose a little more motivation as well as a part of myself. You see when you left you didnt just take my love with you, you took my soul. You took a part of me I will forever be looking for. I hope and pray every single day, hoping you'll come back and be okay. Your not dead, just gone. Dissapeared without a trace, leaving me wondering each day what happened. You consume my every thought. I can still see you from time to time, the image stuck in my mind. It's always haunting me. Time flys when your having fun but what about when your suffering? I still see you in my dreams, you came back but you dont love me anymore. I cant get you out of my head, thinking over and over again what we could have been. Time is supposed to heal, so why is it making it worse?