This Hurts Poem by Aimee Rozen

I need someone to hold me
tightly against their chest.
I want somebody I can call in the middle of the night
when the prospect of 'alone'
is too much for me to bear.
I wish I could lie in bed
without tears running down my face.
But here I am
and there you went.
People say suicide is selfish
I say it's dying that's selfish.
It's easy to die, you quitter.
It's life that's hard.
This is too hard.
And anyway, no one cried for me
when I lost you.
No one held my hand
when I lost yours.
I'm stuck with a gaping void
that no one wants to fill.
I want you back
because I can't do this without you