i look back
at pictures
of my self
and i don’t
see me
i see a ghost
of a man
i once was
a man
whose happy
and has a sort
of place
in this world
but the man
seems to be
never true
broken to pieces
and gone with the wind
a memory forgotten
to never be seen again
the thought of me
is never true
there i go
who am i

who said
leaving you was easy
because even after all
these pain-soaked days
with my heart broken wide
i still can’t seem
to keep you out of my mind
and everywhere i look
i see you
you’re smile
you’re laugh
you’re beauty
everything about you
is in everything i see
i can’t seem to escape
these feelings i have
and i don’t think i ever will
which wouldn’t be a bad thing
if you were here with me
but you’re not
no you’re in another’s arms
on another’s lips
making someone else smile
while they do for you
and all i can do
is sit here and cry
hoping to find my answer
at the bottom of this bottle
and all these pills