When I say I am missing something,
It may mean I lost something.
It may mean something lost me.
But everything I say is missing is still within reach.

Monsters are after me,
And I don't know why.
A great storm surrounds me
With all of it's might.
It's me,
All alone.
Watching the horror,
Only a sliver of hope and love making a glimmer.
Every time I see his face,
I want to cry and scream.
Who sees her heart ripped out and thrown away?
That is me.

When I say something is missing,
It means my life is something less without it.

Missing