© Jessica Freeman I can feel the life draining from my heart, with every day your not near me. Understanding why your not here is a pass time, I just can't take. Missing you doesn't pay the Bill's tell that to my heart. My chest Hurts I can't BREATHE... Taken your hand and ripping my heart out with it would be easier than slowly dying' from the pain I feel inside. Passion no longer follows me around a gentle spirit I grew so accustom to. My chest Hurts I can't BREATHE. It's raining now the water falling down my cheeks seemed to have caused a small flood on my pillow. Witch leads too the end of this poem ' didn't mean to draw you all in and not finish. My Chest Hurts I can't BREATHE...💔💔💔