I don’t know what i can say to make the pain go away
I dont know how i can act that will distract me from the fact
That since you’ve been gone its hard to move on
Since you have left the after effects is eating me to death
I try to hold it in and put on a brave face
But i live with the reminder that one day you were here and the next day you disappeared
One day you held me tight now i have to visualize you in order to be alright
When you left, a hole from the ceiling came
It still hasn’t been fixed.
I like to look at that as a metaphor for the hole in my heart that i just ignore
The feeling that, it will take me so long in order to feel whole again
Makes me sicker everyday as the mold begins to accumulate and enter my lungs slowly helping me wither away
Mentally and emotionally i can say your death has done the same.