Surviving

After love, it's hard to survive. I hope it helps

I still wake up every morning. I live, I breathe. But it's hard.
Something's missing. My heart doesn't beat anymore. You took it away,
and you gave back in little pieces. Loving you is hateful. But I can't
be like these forever. From now, everything's gonna be different. I will
stop loving you, although I know, I won't be able to. This is life, my
life. I'm gonna control it. I can handle this. I'm strong enough to walk
proudly, I'm gonna be all right. Maybe one day, my heart will be fixed,
it will start beating again. So I'm asking you: don't come back. I'm OK
without you. I won't be the broken-hearted girl...

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems, english is my second language