Inside out.

I'm broken inside out in so many ways. In so many pieces. How do I collect myself? How do I pick myself up? How do I get rid of the pain when I don't want to let you go?

Earlier this morning I went through our conversations. The happy ones. Then I skipped the sad ones but it didn't help. Not even a bit. The pain is still here. It lingers. 

Earlier this morning, I told myself to stop missing you even though I know it's not possible.