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If life was like math class,
all I would have to do is make a simple equation to figure out your whats missing, then add you back into my life.
If life was like history class,
I'd know that this has happened before and I'd know how to deal with it.
If life was like science class,
I'd be able to dissect life and figure out what makes it tick then fix whatever's broken.
If life was like english class,
I'd be alble to fix this run on sentance of life with a couple of periods then edit the whole thing until I like it.
If life was a language class,
I could just pull out a translator and figure out what it's saying.
But life is A friend who hates you.
They're nice when you have everything going for you
but turn your back and you'll be scared forever.
So I suppose I should be thanking life for removing you from this equation.
But to do so feels worse than multiplication.
You're happy, carefree, passed the life.
But why?
Couldn't you find that here? In life?
With friends who love you but didn't show it?
Or family who love you, but I don't think you knew it?
You should have talked or hinted something.
But I know, I've been there. It hurts and no one can stop it.
It hurts till you just drop it.
You'll go on living till you think you'll snap.
The difference is....
You did
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