It almost feels like a dream.
Like a nightmare I can't wake up from.
I feel so empty.
So lifeless.
I have lost all control of my being.
I'm just a shell walking no where.
I hear words.
I speak words.
But they still don't make sense to me.
I can't accept you're gone.
It's all a dream, it must be.
Soon I will awake and there you will be.
Smiling like you used to.
This is all a lie.
You didn't shoot yourself.
Maybe you tried to but you didn't.
You couldn't have.
I can't grasp this.
Can't comprehend it.
You're not gone.
You're still here.