Empty holes deepen in my heart-
needles penetrate through my valves,
and explode into streaming blood,

Being close to someone-
and then losing them is like vandalism-
or a wild storm terrorizing the sea,

Once you lose someone,
you lose a part of you that's not ready to let go,
like a baby bird without its nest,

Crying like volcano's erupting,
dying a millionth inside,
like each cell feels lifeless and stops without their presence,

'Death' you can say is worse than losing a toy or going through a break up,
It's like never having to see that person again,
Or forgetting how they look,

As time flows by,
Its becomes harder and harder to live without that someone,
Although their presence once may seem unimportant but after their death becomes vivid n' clear.