I miss you.

I miss you so much that my tears taste even more bitter than usual. I hate that it's turned out like this. I want you back, with us, now. I want to scream and shout and get all hysterical and mad because there's nothing rational about the way I feel. I miss you so much. It's not fair. I want you back, I need you back, and yet I can't have you back. You're irreplaceable. And no one can fill that void. And sometimes, I think of you, and I just want to cry. I don't know if you'd like that or not. It's true though. I'm sad now. The physical signs show. I'm looking exhausted, my skin is bad, and therefore, I'm obviously worried or stressed out. It's not fair that you're not here. I feel so alone today, and it's you I want.