Not being able to sleep and not eating are just basics.
Sleeping but waking up is torture.
Because you don't know how to separate from someone you loved.
You can't tell anyone else. And so, you cry all by yourself.
We're over. We're finished.
But only memories of good times and love pop up.
The more and more you try to erase them, longer the days get.
So, it's like you're breaking up with them 24/365.
But the worse thing is that I don't think they're even thinking about me.
I am doing this all by myself.
That you had already forgotten all about me.
You really wish you were dead but you don't have the courage,
all because you're afraid you'll never see them again.

It's like that. When you break up.