Since you've been gone, it’s been hard for me to think.
Since you've been gone, whatever I type or write
would always seem wrong and I just end up erasing everything.
Since you've been gone, I start to space out and don’t know what to do.
Since you've been gone, all i want is some sleep to dream.

Since you've been gone, dreams begin to horrify me,
not because they’re scary,
but because i’d rather stay in slumber
as I dream of the scenery I can never have in the real world
than to wake up and know some part of me is gone.

Since you've been gone, I tend to forget what is real and fake.
Since you've been gone, I feel lost in everything I do.

Now that you’re gone,
I realize that I can never be me.

I’m gone.