Tell me again why I should get up today. To feel more pain? To feel so lonely it hurts? To remember again that the person I want to be with more than anyone is gone?
Tell me again that my life should go on. Tell me he would’ve wanted it that way. Tell me again that he’s better off, that he would’ve suffered.
Like I suffer now?
Tell me again that I have things to live for
Tell me again because none of that seems to matter when I wake up in my empty bed.
Tell me again that time will heal this awful pain. Because time is standing still.