All I seem to be able to do
Is sit around and cry about You
I'm not sure why
When You've yet to leave me permanently 
But the voice in my head still screams indefinitely 

I wonder why I am crying, then...
What has left me so empty and unsatisfied?
I assumed a time or two
That it's because I can't think of a time I cherished more, 
Than the time I've spent with You, 

My stomach whirls with early memories of "us" 
Quickly followed by a chronic sickness of You momentarily forgetting me.
I can't stable myself, when Youve left me so lifeless.
When Yours was all I ever wanted and want to be.