How can I feel happy When inside I'm torn apart? How am I still able to love With an aching broken heart?
What can stop your image From haunting my tired mind? What will it take for me To finally leave you behind?
Who are you really underneath The mask you wear on your skin? Who am I without your presence To fill me with devotion within?
When will this loneliness Stop toying with my brain? When are the memories Going to spin down the drain?
Where has my confidence gone Now that it's vacated my bones? Where does that leave you and I More or less than old texts in our phones?
Why does your ghost follow Every measured step I take? Why am I consumed by this Savage pain each time I wake?
This might be part one in a series, I'm not sure yet. I've never done a series before or even attempted to but I ask myself so many questions mostly at night in bed. This barely scratches the surface.