When you left, you didn't just leave a gaping hole in my chest,
you took my whole entirety with you.
I didn't even know who I was anymore.
When I look in the mirror the day after,
I see a hollowed shell shaped like me.
Even my tears are all dried up.
I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream,
but I didn't have the strength.
I didn't have the strength to be me,
to stay alive,
to even breathe.
And i've learned that ****** without intent is just called 'homicide'.