Truth to be told

I miss you.

And I hate myself for missing you.

But I do.

What happened to us.

I know that is dead, but I miss you.

We were so close, 

so close.

And now we are so far apart.

And it's all over.

I get it.

It's just difficult.

I'll just keep beating myself up.

I have nothing left to believe in.

&& I just don't know what to do anymore.