The death of me

I am now estranged from everything I once was
The very simple things that change because
A lover loved someone and then was crossed
I sat and cried for hours and something in me now was lost
No more sunshine in my life but just clouds memories unwashed
Repeating nightmares and voices in my head all rushed
No desire to endure anything unlike the boy I crushed
Here I am just standing naked in the rain for people like us
The name of Peter I once was but just a person that died in a corridor of a hospital; ashes to ashes dust to dust.