I am not crazy…Just a little unwell

WHY,why couldn’t you take all the things that remind me of you when you left?

Why couldn’t you take all the memories with you when you left? I don’t want them… Remembering how I felt when I could hold your hand and now I can’t makes my days misserable. It takes everything in me just to not think of you when I lay down at night. But no matter what I do you somehow you manage to find a way in my dreams… I don’t want these memories…I don’t wanna know where you are and if you think of me if I can’t be with you and you can’t be with me. They torture me everytime I try to think of the future and wonder why the hell aren’t you in my future.Why the fuck did I ever met you if now all that’s left of you are these goddamed pictures reminding me of you? And why the fuck can’t I just erase you from me memory and my life?Why always something HAS to remind me of you…