Should I keep on fighting, or give up and let myself go..

You promised me,
that you wouldn't leave me.
you did.
And That's when you killed me.

I don't know who I am,
I don't know what I am,
I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to be,
All I know is,
When you left you took something with you,
Something that made me feel like I knew things,
Something that allowed certainty to flow through my veins,
You took something,
And now I don't know what it was.

I picture something broken
With something beautiful growing out of it
I don't know what's to come
Or what's to be
Or how to take it
But I know that I'll accept it
If its fated I expect that
No matter what it is
Its a part of who I'll be
I try to keep my strength
And my faith that I can make it
And even if I lose
Not lose the better part of me
I picture something broken
With something beautiful growing out of it

We live in cycles
Led by psychos
We suffer silently